The randomness never ends with me....

I dreamt the other night that I was backing up my car and I accidentally ran over a little boys' Tinker Toy Set.

The little kid came out from nowhere and started yelling at me that I "ruined" his toy set.

I apologized to him, but was thinking to myself: "you are so lucky I did not run over you because I did not see you or your toy set."
That was a few days ago....I can not stop thinking about it.

Every time I get in the car and back up, I remember what I did and what I COULD have done.

Very strange. Like always. Strange dreams.

Really though, Tinker Toys? What is going on in my head?

Could it be related to my thoughts recently of my childhood toys.

You know all the stuff you outgrew or broke. I wish I had some of it still.

I miss my Barbie Country Camper.

I love to tell my kids that I only had dirt and rocks to play with as a kid, but really I had a couple of nice toys.

The barbie camper was deluxe. There were great little folding chairs to set outside for dining al fresco.

My Brother had the GI Joe hunk and the jeep to go along with him. GI Joe and Barbie used to rendezvous in the back yard for fun. I suppose now they call it "hooking up".

That reminds me....I had the most fantastic kitchen set at one point. It was a Christmas gift from Santa. It was rust/orange colored and metal.

I had a side by side fridge, YES, side by side, a lovely oven with above top microwave and a working sink. Yes, I said a working sink. (don't hate)

I could get water to come through the faucet.

I am now realizing my appliance fetish started very young.

I remember one day taking the entire set out to the back yard.

This is early evidence that I wanted an outdoor kitchen too, I was way ahead of the times.

I think it was left out there though and rusted in the Florida rain. Such a waste.