Oh. My. Goodness!
I had the worst dream last night. It was a total nightmare. If you are easily frightened, do not read any further.
Okay. So here's what happened. I had gone away somewhere with the kids. I don't know where we went. The point is, we were gone. When we got home, Hubby was having a Yard Sale. No big deal. I wasn't concerned until I saw the particular item he was currently trying to sale...my thirty-year old Husqvarna Viking sewing machine!!!
He was in the process of saling it to some crazy lady who offered him two dollars for it. And he took the money and handed her the machine! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I ran to them, but I was too late. My sewing machine was gone. I could feel the tears coming. Hubby looked at me, all proud and happy with himself. As I stared at him, so sad, he started telling me about selling my machine. When he saw that I was sad he told me (with lots of pride and happiness in his voice), "Don't worry Sarah. You don't need that old machine. I just bought you a brand new sewing machine. It's a Singer from Wal-Mart. And I only paid one hundred dollars for it."
And then I started to really bawl in my dream. I was so overcome by his stupidity and the horrible feeling of loss for my fabulous sewing machine. It was really horrible. Seriously! While I'm sitting here typing this, and thinking about that dream, real tears are starting to come to my eyes! I really love that machine. I'm usually pretty good about not getting attached to material possessions. But that machine can do marvelous things. The horror that my husband, someone who's supposed to love me, would sell the darling machine! Oh! My heart can't take horrible thoughts like that. Like some cheap Singer could ever replace a Viking! That old Viking is a gem!
So, Hubby dear, If you're reading this....Do not ever sell my sewing machine. If you do, I will consider it grounds for divorce...or murder. Sorry. I still love you though. But I will hurt you if you touch my sewing machine. Just thought you'd like a warning.