What? What? Why am I here?

I was walking determinedly to my computer to post an entry.

When I got here, I realized I had a half-written comment on another blog. So I finished that, first.

Then I hurried over here. And had completely forgotten what I was going to say.

Thinking ...

Thinking ....

Staring blankly in lieu of thinking ...

Aha! Two things.

Yesterday I went to make some decaf coffee to warm my bones on that cold day ... when I looked in the big Folgers Green Plastic Can (because it's only the best for me and my guests, fancy fancy Folgers, eh?) it was empty. I gave it to my not-quite-2 year old as a drum, but he was markedly unimpressed. I knew I had a brand-new can (an actual metal can!) of store-brand decaf (even fancier!) but didn't want to go to the trouble of using the can opener. You see how rough my life is. So I rooted around in the freezer for old containers of coffee. I have these little tidy nesting square containers that fit so well in the freezer, and they stack and line up and make my freezer look like it belongs to an organized person, you see. I get a lot of joy out of telling myself that my freezer door looks organized, hoping maybe I'll fool someone into thinking I am organized, apparently.

Anyway, so I used to have two tidy little freezer boxes, one labeled 'decaf' and one labeled 'regular'. (Oh, and Kelly, I AM going to follow your advice and get rid of all the regular in the house, this time around. If I can remember, I'll give it to you guys next weekend! Remind me if I forget! (Did I ever get you that coffee pot lid thingie?))

Ahem, I seem to be a little off track.

So yesterday I pulled out the two boxes labeled 'regular' and 'decaf' ... and discovered they were labeled 'regular' and 'unsweetened cocoa powder'.

They were obviously both coffee. While my original containers were labeled top and side, the 'cocoa' one had no side-label to verify it's contents. But I figured it must be decaf. After all, why would I have two different containers of regular?

So I made my coffee with the easier-to-access 'cocoa' decaf. Which apparently was actually some fancy-pantsy pricey coffee, which I buy from rare time to time in the little foiled bags, and transfer to the safety of my freezer boxes, to preserve it's fancy flavor. Which, I must admit, I'm rather lame at observing. I have to say, cheapie store brand is good enough for me. I'll save the fancy 'good' coffee for people smart enough to tell it's good.

Aaaannnnnyway. I'm pretty sure, in retrospect, that it wasn't decaf. I wasn't bouncing off the walls, I wasn't jogging around the house or chattering non-stop any more than I usually do. But, still. I think it was regular. We'll see if I get a headache from a one day accidental ingestion.

The moral of the story: If you really mean business going caffeine free, don't re-use old lids and assume you'll remember anything about what was in them. And if you find an old re-used container clearly mis-marked, assume it is caffeinated. Better safe with the can opener than going through withdrawal again, right?

Oh, those make pretty bad morals. They're really not moral at all. How about saying The Lame Wrap Up for the Story ... yeah, that's more accurate.

ANYway. Oh, the other thing. I had a dream.

In my dream, I came into a living room that was apparently mine. And apparently we live in the location where my parents' house is. Not in their house, being a dream, this was some other made up house. But across from the same field and all.

And in my dream, my oldest daughter, Iliacat, was talking with James Dobson. Right there in the family room of my made up house.

And Dr. Dobson, when I came in, chided me, telling me that Iliacat had been telling him I wouldn't let them go outside, alone, to play. The chiding was implied, and subtle, but very apparent. Overprotective and too conservative, he thought I was. The worst of it was that I knew I wasn't, in this case. I do let them go outside to play, without me! Really I do. So I began defensively fumbling, explaining that the oldest 2 are allowed to play outside, front and back, quite often, and even allowed to roam the field across from our house. The middles are allowed out back where I can see them, and even the youngest two, under certain circumstances and with an older one watching them, in the fenced back yard. But Dr. Dobson clearly believed Iliacat over me.

Weird, eh?