christmas village....

ok, so....in my dreams i was in sunday school, and a clearly cross-dressed man with a 5-oclock shadow, blonde wig, and dress worn over shirt and slacks came in and sat down.....skip to the worship service where the guy kept cruising back and forth behind our pew, and i grabbed him by his collar and told him i'd get a restraining order.... also in the pew were my eldest children- wearing matching black cords and gray pinstripe shirts- a combo i never attempted when they were small and mamma-dressable..... fast-forward to the home scene, where my matching sons decorated the kitchen counter with a christmas village- set upon white fluffy fabric to resemble snow....and furniture had been moved around to suit their holiday residence......the computer table (actually an antique library table) was out in the back room pulled up to the sofa, that was made up as a bed for an overnight guest- no sign of the cross-dresser.....but my sons did sit me down and explained that they had made a pact to have have children until after i have passed on......what a curious dream.....especially given that i intend to live to 100.....which would make my sons really, really old meandaddys.....