I’ve always had such odd dreams. I try not to tell people about them, because I know it’s irritating, but I can’t help but tell a tiny part of the one I had this morning between slam #2 and #3 of the snooze button.
I was visiting my boyfriend, who was the guy who voices Sponge Bob. We were at some function (which was at my Grandmother’s house, natch), walking around and holding hands. I was *so proud* to be with him, even though, since we lived far away from each other, he insisted on an open relationship. He wore a gorgeous suit. Nice shoes, too.
(So, I just went looking on the web for a photo of Tom Kinney (SpongeBob’s voice) to see if he looked, you know, as good as he did in my dream. Why is he so elusive? I only found a couple of photos, but they aren’t good enough to get any real idea.)
I have to go to a couple of parent-teacher conferences, and then I’m going to come home and finish my Christmas shopping right here at this desk. That’ll be something to celebrate.
Kenny. K E N N Y