Bad Monkey!

The day before Thanksgiving I had a horrible dream. It went something like this:

I started bleeding really heavily and needed to be rushed to the ER. At the hospital they told me they needed to do an ultrasound, but couldn't do it without a catheder, so they told me to go lie down while they got it ready.

When I went to go lie down in my hospital bed...there was a monkey chillin' in my bed!! And he was eating chips and making a damn mess! I was so upset. Not because a monkey was in my bed...but because he looked so comfy (even had his legs crossed!) and had chips EVERYWHERE!

The nurses told me the monkey was there to soothe me and I was supposed to hold on to it while they put the catheder in. And the catheder was like 3" diameter...OUCH!! I woke up while I was pleading for the Dr's to do something else or numb me up or something.

Brad's so funny...when I told him of this dream he said, "So I'm the monkey??!" What? He said the monkey had to represent someone and he's probably the monkey. LOL!

Anyways, it's now my mission to find a cute stuffed animal monkey to stick it to that bad dream! :)

Edit: I found THE monkey at Pottery Barn Kids...he's so cute! Here he is posing like he was in dream. :) Brad asked him if he had a name. I told him, "Bad Monkey". We are so wierd!