They say if you tell a dream three times, it's less likely to come true. Dub's heard it twice today, and he asked me if I was going to blog about it.
"Nah" I said. But then the dream-telling cancellation rumor bit came to mind.
So here goes:
Early this morning I woke to the memory of being at the mall (which is the first reason I knew it was only a dream) with the mother of one of my piano students. I was wearing layered tops over jeans, but the underneath shirt layer seemed to have a tendency to want to creep up beneath the top layer. As I bent over to pick something up, piano student mom told me that I should probably take care to tuck my muffin tops into my clothing, so I wouldn't be showcasing them to mall-goers in my general vicinity.
So hopefully the part of my dream that doesn't come true won't just be the part about hanging out at the mall.