Why am I still mailing stuff to my mom?

I had a very productive day off yesterday. I cleaned the bathroom, vacuumed, gave Sable a bath, washed his bed, and bought him some dog nail-trimmers and finally trimmed his nails. He has been in desperate need of having his nails trimmed; they were getting long and curvy and creepy looking. I feel bad that I waited so long to do it. I was nervous that trimming his nails would hurt him, but he didn't even seem to notice.

Yesterday I also went by another cemetery in town and took some pictures. I am slowly but surely getting pictures of all the graves on my list. The downside of this is that lately I've been having a lot of dreams about cemeteries. They were nice at first, but now I've been dreaming about then so often that it's just gotten old.

On Sunday night we had a meeting at work about selling protection plans. (I suck at it, but not as much as I used to suck, so I guess I'm getting better.) The very next night I had a dream that me, my managers, and all my co-workers were working at Kroger's. A guy came to my register to buy some ice cream, and one of my managers told me, "Rebecca, try to sell that guy a protection plan on his ice cream!"

Have to go walk Sable now. I'm riding my bike to work today, so I need more time to get ready.