Yes, it is officially official. Yesterday was the day that I nosed myself over the edge, past some stiff and single-minded competition, and was crowned World’s Most Boring Person. For weeks I have worked tirelessly toward the title by joyfully celebrating daily achievements like finishing a complete load of cloth diapers (two wash cycles!), unloading and loading the dishwasher (so many bottles!) before Mollycoddle cries out and getting her newborn photos (black and white and color!) in an album. I knew, though, that despite all of this hard work, I was just one of several nominees. I knew I had to redouble my efforts. So, yesterday, based on sheer willpower and adrenaline, I dug deep and showed the world that I really, really wanted it. I hungered for it. What did I do? I had a dream about onesies. A dream about onesies! I nailed it: let the celebration begin! Please, Dear Reader, don’t hesitate to ask me what it feels like to be this boring because I won’t hesitate to tell you. You may even pick up a few tips.
Better (less boring) than dreaming about motions and briefs? I’ve dreamed about budget briefings, and I’d take a onesie dream over that. 😉
You raise an excellent point. I do think, though, that ultimately it’s more boring because, unlike a work stress/boring dream, there didn’t even seem to be anything happening. There were just onesies everywhere.
But, if you want to dispute my win with the judges, I won’t get in your way 🙂
Molly, however, finds you absolutely, enchantingly fascinating. And I bet she’s having the same dreams as you.
I am with Terry and I believe there is much happening. It just SEEMS like nothing is happening.
I thought I was the only one who had onesie dreams… Hee!
Seriously, that actually seems like a nice snuggly dream. Hope one of the onesies had a Penguin on it!
Readers, you are in for a treat — just wait till you see a pic of Molly in the totally a-dor-able onesie Aunt Kristin sent our way!
I think you over estimated your boringness. I spent most of Monday with you and Molly and was never bored for a second. Just remember the Sundance couch?
Yes, I remember the couch – that was pretty funny. Actually, I thought it was hysterical. The thought of telling Robert Redford that things were coming out of both sides of Molly all over his couch….Oh, that made me laugh.
Terry, if I could “like” your comment I would but alas, not every website is facebook. Kate you’re adorable. Also, in the little time I’ve known you, and by little I mean decades, you’ve never once been the tiniest bit boring- and you still don’t even come close.