Last night Jack chose a "sleep party" (where I sleep on the floor in his room) as a reward for good behavior. I went to bed at 7:45 pm on a Friday and had some crazy dreams. One of the dreams was that there was a gang on the street below us that initiated people by making them, um...excited the gang's mascot which was a bulldog.
I didn't have to do this, but I did have to make the shirts for the people who passed the test. I kept having to silkscreen "I pleased the pooch and all I got was this lousy shirt" logos on to purple shirts (their gang colors).
Then I had a dream that I woke up and logged on to my blog. And that one of my posts had exploded on Pintrest. And that I had a lot of new Facebook and Google followers. And that people had left such nice comments that I puffed up like the peacock that lives on my street and shits on my front porch.
Phew, what a crazy bunch of dreams, right?
If the dream about the the Pintrest explosion had been real, I'd say a huge thanks to whomever first pinned my Homemade Vicks Vapor shower disks. And to anyone who has repinned it, thank you! And to anyone who has just found my blog because of it, I'd say I hope you stick around, like what you see, and share it with others. Because eventually I'd love to make blogging a full time job, and growing this site by word of mouth (word of Pintrest, Facebook, etc.) is how that gets done.
But if that doesn't happen, I'll be ok. I always have my fallback business of making tshirts for newly inducted gangsters.