Awkward and Unprepared

Awkward: Having a sex dream about a coworker.

Awkwarder: Have a sex dream about a coworker in which the two of you are laying in bed when you suddenly realize that your sleeping husband is also there, and in which you first debate and then succumb to the temptation to do it anyways.

Awkwardest: Running into said coworker first thing in the morning whilst still halfway between asleep and awake, resulting in a confusing mix of lust and embarassment and why-is-he-pretending-like-nothing-happened.



In more disappointing news: I am, as usual, running behind on Halloween, a phenomenon which continues to perplex me as Halloween is my favorite holiday. M. and I tried to find Girl Scout/Boy Scout (you guess) costumes on Sunday but the Salvation Army was closed. Thus Friday evening and/or Saturday morning will be consumed by my annual rush to find appropriate wigs and tights and blushes and, in this case, sashes and berets. If the Girl Scout doesn't pan out, I may go as a Girl Pirate. Or maybe just a psychopath. A girl psychopath.