Popping Fresh

There is a bit of upheaval in my world lately. I am getting ready to put the house on the market. It was supposed to be done last Saturday, but Mark and I haven't seen eye to eye on a few points. This makes me nervous. When things don't go my way and arguments ensue, I get nervous, and when I get nervous two things happen. One of the things is that I break out in pimples. Right now I have a giant, painful, pimple on my nose that rivals anything that I ever experienced in my teen years. Back then I often walked the halls of my high school looking like Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer. Anyway, I also have a few pimples popping up on the rest of my face. Luckily those are not as immense as the one saddling my nose. That one is a real finger popper, although unlike my teen years, I will not do that. Besides the pimples, my nervousness about selling this house has generated some bizarre dreams. Dreams in which I am naked and not in the confines of my own home. Two nights ago the dream was that I was out in my front garden naked. I was behind the six foot privacy fence, and that did allow me some relief until the fence started falling away. I awoke finally when one of my neighbors waved hello from across the street. Last night I had another naked dream. This time I was in Chicago taking a taxi across town, up to somebody's house. I remember that I had a big woolen scarf on because it was cold and something else wrapped around me. It wasn't until I was inside the house that I realized that I was really only wearing two woolen scarves and neither of them covered anything important. That's when I woke up. I certainly hope I get this whole house sale, home buying, moving thing over with quickly, before I find myself naked and covered in pimples, wandering around outside for real.