My Dream Wedding - Literally

I had the wildest wedding dream last night, which is likely a manifestation of some of my wedding anxieties...despite the fact it's like two years away.

I was dressed in a beautiful, albeit very revealing wedding gown--kind of like this photo only the cut was lower, there was a larger gap between the cups of the bodice, and the top edges were more pointy (yes, with certain dreams, I remember a crazy amount of detail). I have a notable lack of boobness to say the least, and so in my dream, I obviously needed inserts. There's a huge gap between my boobs and the bodice. I attempt to insert this little gel pads into my bodice, but they aren't fitting right and the bodice isn't filling out. I look at the box, they're shoe inserts! I run around in a panic looking for boob inserts.

I run upstairs where Dustin is, and I say to him, "Oh wait, you're not supposed to see me. Oh well, I don't care." I run back down stairs to outside. A guy I know from the IRC chat I frequent, tells me I have to walk down the aisle to Canon in D. I tell him "NO! Fuck you! I'm NOT going to walk down the aisle to Canon in D!"

I run away again, this time to a drugstore run by a Vietnamese lady. I see a woman with nasty, blonde hair with black roots showing crouching down. I pass her in my search for boob inserts. She then tries to run out of the store unseen, but is caught by the owner. She apparently was trying to steal money. And the Vietnamese lady starts yelling at her, "You're trying to steal my money?! You didn't ask to borrow it or anything!" I look up and down the aisles of the store, finding more shoe inserts and tampons and pads. I finally spot one boob insert, which actually looks like half a bra without the strap, and address the store owner in Vietnamese. However, I don't know how to ask "Do you have any more of these in stock" in Vietnamese, so I ask her in English. She tells me "no."

So I run back to the place I was getting ready at. On the way I pass the chapel, and see my friend Simon. He tells me, "All the guests have been waiting for an hour and a half! It's Super Bowl Sunday or weekend!" I'm like, "I know! I'll be really quick!" Then a girl I know from theatre at U of L, shows up and tells me using an IPod to provide music for my type of wedding is tacky. She says she has everything all orchestrated for me. I staunchly tell her I'm going to use my IPod, and I don't care what she thinks. I realize I left my IPod in my high school locker. The locker is locked with a combination lock which I can't remember the combination to. I keep trying the numbers and finally give up, ready to tell the music girl to use the orchestra and Canon in D. Then I go back to the dressing room and find my IPod in my purse.

Frustrated by not finding boob inserts, I start ripping up brown and pink fabric and wrap it around my boobs on top of my dress. I yell, "I don't care anymore!" Someone hands me a bunch of light purple balloons to hold. I look at my bouquet sitting on the table and then to the balloons; I say, "I don't care! It'll cover my boobs!" I grab the balloons and then decide since I'm going to be tacky, to slip on my teal Old Navy flip flops.

After all these shenanigans and frustrations, I wake up. I didn't even get to walk down the aisle. Nevertheless, it was pretty amusing, not to mention wacky. It was a literal dream wedding though definitely not ideal.

Mini Epic Oven Adventure

So, grad school has basically fried my brain, and I'm so wrapped up in deep thoughts and distracting myself with the internet that I tend to forget about the smaller, but no less important things like DON'T LEAVE THE OVEN ON IF YOU'RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO IT!

 No serious disaster occurred, it was averted by a slight burning smell from the oven. This story has a fairly comic note. I was planning on re-toasting a wrap I had leftover from Jason's Deli in the oven. I threw it in the microwave for a little bit so the meat could heat up before putting it in the oven. I smell the oven burning a bit and panic thinking "OMG MY SANDWICH!!!!"

I rush to the oven and open it only to find nothing there. I start freaking out looking for it, thinking maybe it fell to the bottom or something. I'm like "WHERE THE HELL IS MY SANDWICH?! IT DISAPPEARED!" I honestly thought for a split second, somehow my sneaky brat cat Lily stole it out of the oven. I remembered putting the wrap in the oven, but not taking it out.

Then it dawned on me as I looked up and saw the microwave. I'd initially heated the wrap up for 15 seconds and put it in the oven. I touched the wrap a little bit and decided it wasn't quite warm enough, so I'd  pop it in the microwave for another 15 seconds. Meanwhile, I left the oven on and started piddling around on the internet until the smell alerted me to the fact that something was wrong.

Now, my wrap is in the oven, has been for a couple minutes now, and I'm very aware of it as I type this. I felt like it was a silly event worth blogging about. No matter how much learning I have, I can't forget those basic little things. I'm lucky I smelled something and got to the oven and that nothing caught on fire.

Edit: Once more I am truly a dork. I turned the oven off in my panic. I put the wrap in the oven, but I didn't turn it back on. LOL.