The stupid wedding is inflitrating my sweet slumber....along with other things.
I was in the middle of some dream about flowers last night when Fiance awoke me with a different thing in mind completely. It was weird. I was confused. For a moment reality and dream worlds overlapped and there was rolling about in flowers. I'll leave it at that.
Why am I am dreaming about flowers? I mean, I've never been into them before. I find myself gravitating towards earthy colors and nature patterns on home decor, but never in the froo-froo way. More in the two-toned, outline of nature style, but now I'm dreaming about which flowers to pick for the day I get married?
What makes it worse is how I decided two days ago to not even use real flowers. I'm allergic and they are expensive.
The wedding is like a disease!
Completely unrelated: I changed my bloggy's look. I decided it was time to shake things up.