notacrazycatlady

Me-ouch.

Adam had a fantastic dream that he was so terribly excited about that I got to hear all about it.  In great detail.  Like, a lot of detail.  Just like the rest of his stories.  And I mean a lot of detail.

What was his dream about?  Pretty much you can read the words yourself, you lazy bum.  :)  Kidding.  But really, it’s all right there.  This is actually the abridged version but I think you can get the idea.

The point was that I was very concerned for dream-Adam’s safety that he was going to cut his hands.  In my earnest demonstration of love and concern for his well being I was told (a bit condescendingly if I do say so myself) that it was just a dream and that it would be silly for his hands to get destroyed by shark teeth.

Can you blame a girl for being concerned?  See if I care the next time he encounters a shark.

This might be a legitimate issue at some point because Adam does love sharks.  All I can say is that I hope he does get to rip a shark in half and tell the tale.  Then he can use as many details as he wants and I won’t mind that time.  Maybe.

And I just thought of something.  For a guy who loves sharks so much and supposedly knows so much about them, you’d think the facts would properly manifest in his dream.  Maybe someone’s been a pretend shark lover this whole time.  My marriage is a sham.