Had a dream last night that I was really tiny. Surprisingly, it was actually quite fun except that I was too small to pour myself a glass of milk. The fact that the glass was also too big for me didn't seem to have occured to me at all. Thankfully, everyone else was still normal-sized, so help was there if I needed it I suppose.I don't normally remember my dreams, but it's kind of fun when I do. Maybe I should start keeping a dream journal. Think I annoyed Patrick a bit, though.
"Would you still love me if I was really tiny?"
"Yes, dear. Go back to sleep."
I've been playing hostess a bit recently as Patrick's two lovely sisters came to stay for a while. Turns out playing hostess isn't actually that hard, though, when the guests are quite happy to help out with the housework and cooking. They should come and stay more often!Their upbringing has been pretty strict, so I guess we have that in common. My upbringing wasn't strict, but being with Patrick has given me a good deal of insight I think. I'm not sure if they'll both look for husbands who will be similarly strict with them, though. Can you have too much of a good thing?
