My first thought this morning was one of horror mixed with laughter.
The dream I had just before I woke up was this: I was pregnant.
Now you could stop right there and it would be bad enough. But wait, there's more.
I was pregnant with twins. Twin girls, to be exact.
And I was in labor. And the only one home to help me was my 15 year old son, Elijah.
Yes, this is really bad, but believe it or not, it gets even worse.
I delivered the first girl and she was pretty normal - red, wrinkly, crying.
Here's where the dream takes a bizarre turn.
The second baby born looked like a poster-image of Hannah Montana, complete with fake-highlighted hair.
Be thankful ~