Last night I had a weird dream. As I've mentioned we have been watching the Tudors series and I have been re-reading some Tudor period books I have. In addition, some of my mom friends are planning to have a yard sale next month, we have exchanged several emails regarding plans for the sale. These two items merged to create my dream last night.
I dreamt that I was King Henry (I know...weird...should have been one of his queens) and I sent out a mass email "commanding" people in the Warrenton/Bealeton/Culpeper area to attend our yard sale. As one would expect after a royal decree, hoards of people attended. At the yard sale I sat in a chair (not sure why I didn't have a throne) and told people "it would please me greatly if you were to purchase this item" and of course they complied. We sold every last item within record time. And all my friends expressed gratitude to their sovereign for the assistance with the sale.
Weird...maybe I should cut out the alcohol before bedtime.
'til next time...