Wow!! I haven't updated in over five weeks!! I am most definitely a rotten egg!
Without looking back, I think I'm safe in saying that's the longest I've ever gone between posts.
Let's see, I've had my dear Mr. Egg home for the past month (he works out of the country a lot), I've had one of my dear Egg daughters return home from school for the summer, and I've gone back to a job that my dear Egg heart loves...but all those things happening at once have barely allowed time for me to eat! (No, that's a lie. I always find time to eat!)
I didn't even open my Tessa Egg inbox for over a month. If you emailed me, you found that out! :-) I subscribe to the theory that if you don't know things are piling up, then you don't have to feel guilty about them.
Since I last posted, I've turned a year older and have been married a year longer. (Technically, I suppose I'm only five weeks older and married five weeks longer, but the odometer has turned over on both!)
So there you have it. That's where I've been.
Just to catch everyone up to speed, I'll tell you about a weird dream I had.
I was living in a different house, but it had this huge basement filled with books. Every wall was lined with floor to ceiling bookshelves. If you know me at all, you know this would be my literal dream house! :-)
In the dream, I had just returned from an outing and had gone down into the basement library.
I could sense immediately that something was wrong. Creepy. I could feel it in the air. But I didn't know what it was.
Then, out of the shadows, emerged this sinister, evil looking man. He looked at me and began to laugh...this very menacing, diabolical laugh.
And then I saw it.
No...not dead bodies or severed heads.
He had replaced each and every one of my books with identical versions, but they were all written in some obscure foreign language. (And being the stereotypical American that I am, I must admit that all foreign languages are obscure to me!)
So now, I had a room full of thousands and thousands of wonderful books, and I couldn't read a single one of them! They were useless!!
Oh, the horror of it all!! (I still shudder to think about it!)
But, somehow, I don't think my dream would be a workable plot for M. Night Shyamalan's next movie. Although I would find such a situation absolutely terrifying, I'm afraid most people would only laugh.
Obviously, the general public has no appreciation for the truly horrific!
