I woke up from a really
disturbing dream the other night. I guess I’ve earned the title
“cookbookaholic” when this finally happens.
In this dream, I was at some
dude’s house but it wasn’t a typical garage sale. I had the impression that he
invited me over because he knew I just wanted cookbooks. There were books all
over the place and the cookbooks were here and there. I counted about twenty in
all and some of those were duplicates.
Then, I noticed another
woman was there—also looking at cookbooks. I gave her the evil side-eye and
quickly asked his price for the cookbooks. He then announced to both of us that
we could come back at 2pm to purchase the cookbooks. Why then? I’m not sure—but
I waited down the street for the appointed time to arrive. When I went back, he
said that he had sold all the cookbooks to someone else.
I
stood there simultaneously dumbfounded (for I had been stalking the house and
didn’t see anyone go in or out) and highly peeved. I actually woke up still ticked
off that someone bought the cookbooks out from under me. The nerve….