Folks, I am seriously not making this up. Last night I dreamed I was at Ree Drummond's ranch. I met Ree, Marlboro Man, and one of the girls. (The girls look a lot alike, and after all, it was a dream, so I'm not sure which one; but at my request, she took a picture of me with her mom.) Evidently I spent the night at the ranch, because I was there as Ree was making breakfast. Unfortunately, I woke up before breakfast was ready.
Just my luck.
So I pondered this dream, and what might have brought it on.
I've been following Ree's blog, "The Pioneer Woman", since back in the days when she only had about 50 comments a day and talked about calf nuts and panties a lot. (Not in the same entries, of course.) Honestly, I feel as though I know her, so that alone could have caused the dream.
Now, if you are one of those people who gag every time you see the words "Ree Drummond" or "Pioneer Woman", just move along. There's no need to leave a comment. You have your opinions, I have mine.
Back to the dream: I took an over-the-counter sleeping pill last night. I suppose that might have been responsible for the dream, although those pills don't usually cause me to dream.
And then I realized: Ree has a Christmas show coming up on Food Network this Saturday! Not only that, but she has a new cookbook ready that comes out on March 13.
She wants me to spread the word! Can you believe I'm getting subliminal messages from Ree Drummond? In my sleep?
Her show airs this Saturday at 11 A.M. central time, but it will be repeated a few times. Click HERE for all the times. To see what she as to say about her new cookbook, click HERE.
I'm not making it up about the dream. You know, they say if you tell a dream before breakfast, it will come true.
Evidently I've lost some of mine, but Cliff's scruples are in fine shape.
Someone we know went to the World War I Museum Sunday. I was asked if we wanted to use their tickets, because the tickets are good for two days. Since the museum is closed on Monday, that meant we could get in free on Tuesday. We went to bed Monday night making plans to go to the museum.
As we were getting ready to go yesterday, Cliff said, "I don't feel right about using those tickets."
I told him I had no problem with it. One reason I was glad for the free tickets was that there is no more money budgeted for that kind of thing this month.
Now, when I talk about "no money in the envelopes", please don't think we are poverty-stricken. We have some money in checking, and there is money in Cliff's billfold. However, it isn't a budget if you keep breaking the rules. Besides, a week from today the envelopes will all be full again; we can cut corners until then.
Cliff has even offered to "loan" me money from his stash, and I could pay him back next Wednesday. I won't do that because it would mean I'd be starting out behind next payday.
So we didn't say much more about those tickets, but I knew I had to come up with some money, or Cliff would be uncomfortable all day. So I got the two rolls of quarters I'd been saving for whatever frivolous thing might come up and handed them to Cliff.
"Here's the twenty bucks for our admission."
"Why are you giving me this?"
"Because if you don't feel right about it, it isn't right."
The lady in the gift shop where we bought our tickets seems to think it was a little strange that two old fogies were paying her with a couple of rolls of quarters, but that's OK.
Cliff got to keep his scruples.
Uncle Sam is giving us a raise in January. Between the two of us, we'll have $100 more a month. Yippee!
