I don't dream often. But my dream last night took place in a restaurant and regarded a vat of marinara sauce. A roach had been found in the sauce by someone in my group. I made a statement about wasting an entire pot of sauce. A person from the restaurant commented that they would only throw it out if we could find the roach's babies in the pot! It became quite a lively discussion!
Why can't I dream about white sandy beaches, frozen drinks, and volleyball games?
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I think someone hit the "sauce" too hard last night.
ReplyDeleteHey now! If you're going to accuse me of something, at least identify yourself!
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Was Laurie at that dinner? Was she the one screaming like a girl?
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