Charles and I spend a lot of time talking about dimensions. As in: that room's 8x11, but has a shelf, so you can put the guest bed there, but maybe not the matching dresser. Etc.
Part of the conversation centers on carpets. What to put, where to put it, etc.
So, of course, last night I dreamed that we had about 10 extra carpets I'd forgotten about. In my dream, I was hosting a girlfriends' weekend (including Cameron Diaz, who was apparently one of my girlfriends), and we went out to the cottage in the back yard (do I have a backyard cottage? No!). There, layered over the floor, were a ton of carpets, large and small. And I thought, "Oh no. Where are those going to go?!"
Anxious, much?
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