This morning (it was after TRex was up, so sometime between 6:40 and 8:15 AM) I had a dream that included the following features:
Today we went and contributed mightily to the American economy. See, my child flat out refuses to wear anything that isn't a dress. She can occasionally be convinced to settle for a skirt, but she'd much prefer a dress. So we trotted off to the outlets where we acquired a handful of dresses for her, some leggings and tights for underneath them (she's now allowed to wear tights to school because she can manage them by herself), and some stuff that was on superclearance for next year (size FIVE WTF???). And I got a couple of shirts and new sportsbras. So yay.
- Me hanging out in a hotel wearing no pants. Along with a lot of UMass sociologists (many of whom were not identifiable as such). They were all wearing pants, though. There was no clear reason for my pantsless state.
- Two job offers I was trying to weight the benefits/drawbacks of: being assistant chair of the UMass sociology department, or being Barak Obama's VP candidate. I ended up deciding on the latter, but then I realized that I would not be 35 years old at the time of our inauguration. I told the campaign this and they explained that he wouldn't be, either, but there was a loophole where if you were found to be competent, you didn't have to be 35.
- Somehow from this it morphed into something related to Sex and the City - Stanford was there.
Today we went and contributed mightily to the American economy. See, my child flat out refuses to wear anything that isn't a dress. She can occasionally be convinced to settle for a skirt, but she'd much prefer a dress. So we trotted off to the outlets where we acquired a handful of dresses for her, some leggings and tights for underneath them (she's now allowed to wear tights to school because she can manage them by herself), and some stuff that was on superclearance for next year (size FIVE WTF???). And I got a couple of shirts and new sportsbras. So yay.