Row row row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a.....nightmare.
When I was in nursing school, I had to do clinicals at a nursing home in Auburn. Once a day the residents would gather in the rec room and do exercises and singing. I was assigned to a beautiful elderly lady who had Alzheimer's. She shocked us all when she changed the lyrics to Row, Row, Row your boat....inserting the word nightmare for dream. I think she was right on target. If you're making me sing this song at "P.E." in my nineties life will be but a nightmare.
Speaking of nightmares....last night, I had three.
1. I missed my Dr's appointment which is at 9:20 this morning.
2. I had a horrific vesicular rash on my right arm. I get chills all on my forehead just thinking about it.
3. Stephen and I were playing the game Taboo. I had to make him guess the word Boppy. I was giving clues like "you can wear it on your head" "it has colored polka dots on it." He finally guessed it, but a the very last second. We high fived. (This was the least nightmarish of my 3 dreams, but it still produced a lot of anxiety.)
Lets just say, I was glad to wake up....and drink some COFFEE!