A little “off”

I’ve been sick for the past few days.  Nothing major, but something has just been a little “off”.  It’s going around work, and knowing that I spend most of my waking hours there, I’m not surprised that I’ve been feeling bad.  Last night, my husband bought a car.  Not just any car, but a 7-series convertible. Obviously, this did not happen in real life, unless he just received a $75K raise that he didn’t bother to mention. He also sold his truck (more on this later).  I’ll pause here, for those who are unfamiliar with my husband, and I will play a little game called “Vehicle Association”.  You know how they say pet owners sometimes resemble their pets? You know what I mean.  The best example would be the classic snobby, rich, not-so-pleasant-to-deal-with person who owns a fru-fru poodle or some other ridiculous species that should not qualify as a dog. Well, the same goes for vehicles. A middle-aged-going-through-a-life-crisis man would probably drive a yellow 2-seater convertible.  A thirty-something-with-three-kids-woman would probably drive a mini-van.  You get the stereotypes.  Well, my husband (in real life) owns a 4-door diesel truck.  It’s perfect for him.  I think it says, “I’ve obviously been raised as a country boy, but I am smart enough to know that this will also come in handy for the various honey-do’s that my wife is constantly nagging me about”.  Again, it’s perfect.  What’s not perfect, is a 7-series convertible.  Can you imagine my husband showing up to the hunt club, dressed in camouflage, gun in hand, stepping out of a BMW convertible? No. Absolutely not… but it gets better.  Remember how I said before that he sold his truck? Well, he sold it to one of our good girl friends that, if we are playing the Vehicle Association game again, would most likely drive a Range Rover (I won’t reveal what she really drives, but you get the point).  Can you imagine her pulling up to Neiman Marcus in a diesel truck? Again, I think not. Ugh.  Like I said, I’ve been feeling a little “off” and clearly, so have my dreams.