As H.J. climbed back into bed this morning after he'd been up for several hours, I groggily muttered, "Fast Cash for Pajamas."
What could I have been dreaming of?
Recently in Dreamlife Category
Today, I'm dreaming of being Miss (holy shit!) Peggy Lee (so do I, Peggy. Oh! Do I ever.)
Last night I dreamt that the company I work for called a meeting to roll out their new "Anti-Blog" Policy, specifically aimed at people who update blogs during the day. The policy was an oversized piece of paper with "Anti-Blog" in huge red letters. I remember being surprised that somebody else at my work had a blog, too (making mental notes to check it out and/or link to it), but then I realized the whole policy was for me.
I think this may be what Freud would have called an overdeveloped superego.
Happy Birthday, Mattthew!
No! The extra T is for exxxtra, um... togas? tenacity? tokes?
In honor of his birthday, I've been reading over some old emails from him. One that really made me laugh (because it's just so quintessentially Braulike) was a five-paragraph product review of Fresh Step Crystals brand cat litter, subject line: "Cat Poo." Here's an excerpt:
Bottom line: So far I like them better. More expensive, but you pay for convenience. I wish my cats would bury their poo. That would make the crystals perfect.
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Unholy movie ticket! This, of course, doesn't hold a candle to the unholy Junior Mints they sell in the snack bar.p.s. Spiffy new design! And comments!
