Someting to think about
I woke up early this morning because I had a nightmare about rats. Big, nasty rats. We've got a mouse in our garage again and it never fails to cause a string of nightmares when we get them. They freak me right the hell out. Mice, snakes, spiders, crickets... you name it. If I see it, I'll have nightmares.
I went into the kitchen to make some toast and as I was buttering it I started thinking about my grandmother. She was so picky about her toast, if you can believe that. The butter had to be spread completely corner to corner or she wouldn't eat it. Quirky, but cute. I miss her so much. My grandfather, too but I've had more time to adjust to not having him around. I miss being able to tell them anything, and I do mean ANYthing, and get really good advice and never feeling like I was being judged. My grandparents were really progressive. They were both raised very conservately (my grandmother was Amish-Menonite) but that didn't stop them from really changing with the times. They were the ultimate "cool" grandparents. The best. God, how I miss them!