Am I living in a dream?  Did all this just happen?  I must admit that when I saw this today upon waking, I thought I was in someone’s dream.  Then I got to thinking…why would someone want to dream my life?  I mean, I know I am pretty awesome and I have mad ninja skills, but I don’t know if I am really dream material.  Maybe a confusing dream where people get wings and fly or run through fields of Skittles and donuts. Or maybe, in the dream, I could be like a mystical oracle who delivers cryptic messages like bad fortune cookies that make you wonder if you should take the red pill or the blue pill.  That would be cool.  I actually pinched myself pretty hard today to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.  Don’t ask BFF to pinch you though.  She leaves bruises in places like the back of your upper arm, where your skin is super sensitive.  Not cool.  In pinching, I realized I was not dreaming.  Pretty sure this is happening. Also, note you can now see what websites I visit most frequently.  Thank goodness my porn ones didn’t show on here.

I discovered I apparently have an aversion to commas so I publicly apologize to my editor.  I swear every other edit was “insert comma here”.  Sigh.  So now you know why I have not written in a while.  I have been buried in commas.  I might have had a dream that commas were attacking and chasing me down the street.  Note to self:  I probably should not eat pizza before I lay down to sleep. Skittles, yes.  Pizza, no.

This weekend BFF, Bubby, Bubby’s Pocket GF, Seester and my BIL(the whole crew!) are all traveling to the land of corn and pig farms….IOWA.  That is right.  It is family reunion time!!  Time to go back and hang with family.  I am sure I will come back with some fun stories to tell you all!!  Let’s hope Uncle M does not leave Aunt P at the McDonald’s again.

I leave you with this tidbit.  SEVERAL Fat Girl Dances of Joy have occurred this week.  Some without clothes.  Just saying…

Oh yeah.  I didn’t die today.  I did pinch myself to make sure that I was not in a dream and pretty sure I left some bruises but I didn’t die.  I am Fat Girl who wrote a book and going to corn fields for family fun running.  The experiment continues….