Wiping duty

I fell asleep earlyish tonight and was just woken up by Lexy, yelling for me to come and wipe him. Ahem. Instead of being mad about it (he’s going to be eight this fall!) I will take the opportunity to write down a few of the elements from the hilarious dream I was having. Plot is irrelevant here.

Peter Falk (yay!!)
my former mother in law
linguini with clams with a ton of butter and wine (I would never eat that, ick!)
an elementary school stage with Tracy Chapman, Roy Orbison, Robert Cray, and I forget who else
a pencil that I kept sharpening and the lead kept breaking
a moral to the story

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