Have you read Amalah? I have, and do; regularly. This blog is in my feed and I tremble (ok, not really — but it does make me smile) whenever I see it’s been updated. The author of the blog (let’s call her Amy) is a gifted writer who makes me laugh at least 3 times a week. Sometimes she writes about the land of Sodor or deodorant wars but mostly she writes about her life as the  mom of two adorable boys.

My feed is divided into categories. Anyone whose blog I read regularly and who comments on mine (or I know them personally) are listed under “Friends”. Amalah is listed under “Funny” and not “Friends” because the blog is usually funny and because Amy doesn’t know I  exist (even though I did win a Unicorn from her once) and I’m 99.9% certain she’s never read my blog.

Anyway, shortly after I awoke this morning I realized I’d dreamed my family (including my mom) and I had dinner with Amy and her family. I don’t know how I was lucky enough to have dinner with the Amalah family (perhaps it was in lieu of the Unicorn prize), but I remember saying to Amy that I always was happy when I saw she’d posted — that it was a highlight of my week.

Before we sat down for dinner Amy mentioned that she and her husband had plans for later that evening (another dinner), so our visit would be cut short. As we sat down to a hearty meal of grilled cheese sandwiches on paper plates (although most people forgot to use their plates) I told my mom all about Amy’s blog and how much she’d love reading it.

I remember peeking into the different rooms of her house, thinking how familiar they looked and being impressed at how well Amy described her home (but forgetting that she posts photographs, so of course the house looked familiar).

I don’t remember how the dream ended so you’ll have to make up an ending yourself.  Now go off and read Amalah. Her life is a lot more interesting than mine!