Funny dream

I dreamed (dreamt?) last night that Kevin and I (don't remember the baby being in the dream--am terrible mother) moved into an apartment with our friends who just got married in Costa Rica (James and Jen) and several of their friends from Chicago. Coincidentally, I think it was like the apartment that I lived in in college, but it was a 3 bedroom. In my dream, I was concerned about where we were going to put our cats' litterboxes (yet again, didn't enter into my mind to worry about the fact that we were bringing tons of cats into this mix as well). At one point, we were all sitting around in our new apartment and one of the friends of James and Jen pulled out gifts for everyone. She gave us one of those big, school cafeteria size cookie sheets. First of all, I felt badly that we didn't get anyone anything (didn't know that gifts were in order for multiple-family-move-in-day) but I was also so excited to have such a large cookie sheet! I mouthed to her, "Thank you so much! All of my cookie sheets are so tiny!".

*Edited to add: If you know us, you'll understand the irony in the giant cookie sheet because our oven doesn't work (it's original to the house, 1952, and would be an ordeal to replace it at this point) so I use my little toaster oven to cook and bake. Kevin calls it my "Easy Bake Oven". So, I have no use for an institutional-sized cookie sheet.