I had a dream last night that I was at the dress rehearsal for my funeral. It wasn't at my usual church. There were lots of people there, lots of flowers and a tree with cookies hanging off it. (There were VW cookies, but the VW symbol was wrong and that bothered me.) I was going to pick out the flowers for the altar, but there was no time, so we used bright purple flowers. They were fine.
My mom asked me who I wanted to have walk her in to the church and down the aisle — Amy or her friend's son, Eric. I told her Amy. She ended up walking in with her friend, Mary Alice.
As the eulogies began, I wanted to stay and listen, but my dad told me to leave. I secretly wanted to hear what everyone would say about me now that I'm dead. Although I wasn't even dead yet. Everyone was crying. I left, and I was on the streets in Manhattan, so I decided to go shoe shopping. I called Amy to come with me, but then I remembered she was busy at my dress rehearsal funeral.
Either before or after the funeral, I went to the bathroom and there were two mice swimming in the toilet. I was really freaked out. Maybe more freaked out by the mice than the fact that was to die very soon, since everyone was practicing for my funeral.

I made no weekend predictions, and therefore got nothing in return. I was sick and sinusy all weekend, and it was bitter cold. I spent many hours under my fabulous new down comforter. It's like sleeping in a cloud!
Oh, I did go see "Elf." It was funny and Christmasy and I loved it. I will never look at maple syrup the same way again. Go see it.
Saturday night I drank one too many Cosmos, and coupled with the eerie full moon and lunar eclipse, decided it was wise to sneak out of the house at 3 a.m. Hopefully I didn't do anything I may regret. Stupid Kara.