I was having a very stressful night last night. Well, dream-wise. In any case, I'm tired. I want to go home and have a nap and the day hasn't even started (I'm writing this from the train. Have I mentioned how fab my N-800 is?)

Anyhoo..

In this dream, which started out lovely, one of my blog friends asked me to watch her newborn baby for her. She doesn't have a baby in real life- but since when do my dreams make sense?

For some reason, I took this baby to an outdoor concert. At one point she (the baby) needed her diaper changed. Angela (always the fashionable one) had some sort of designer baby bag (this part *IS* important) and for some reason, I left the bag in the room where I'd changed the baby. I didn't notice that I'd forgotten it until the baby started getting hungry.

I went back to the room where I'd changed the baby and the bag was GONE. Of course it was! It was a designer bag, and probably worth a lot of money.

It was at this point that the concert venue turned into a church. (don't ask me.... I have no idea how my brain works). I started looking in every room of the church building for this bag because ::horrors:: the baby needed SPECIAL formula and started shrinking. I couldn't just go buy this formula in the store, it was specially made and in that stupid designer bag.

Really Angela, the things you put me through for the sake of fashion.....

Even though I was now in a church, there were security guards all over the place. I got them in on the action and they helped me look for the bag. They kept finding diaper bags that were similar and got me all excited, but they weren't THE bag.

This whole time, the baby kept getting smaller and smaller until it was the size of my finger. I had NO idea how I was going to break the news to Angela that I'd caused her baby to turn into Thumbilina (although that would be kinda cool- a pocket sized baby....).

Thankfully I woke up before I had to face the music.

I promise Ange- if/when you do have babies, you really CAN trust them with me. Just try to buy your diaper bags at Goodwill or something, so nobody else will want to steal it. OK?