I had a dream last night that I was cleaning my toilet.
That's all there was. No sexy handyman helping me out, dressed in nothing but his toolbelt; no talking toilet, nor did the toilet have teeth it was trying to bite me with; there were no cameos by the Scooby Doo gang. Just me, my toilet, and a scrub brush. I think my subconscious must be angry at me, for some reason. This is even more mundane than the dreams I usually have.
Thing is, the toilet is clean; I cleaned the bathroom over the weekend. Stoopid dream.
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Bill,
A toilet with teeth? Oy vey! That's so steven king-esque! Scary.
I think your subconscious is angry because you haven't been eating enough pie. So have an extra slice of pumpkin pie and i'm sure those scary toilet dreams will be history!
Happy Turkey (or Tofurkey) Day! ;-)
Cheers!
db
Tofurkey? Thanks for reminding me! There are at least of couple Thanksgiving-themed Felicity episodes I can watch while the turkey's cooking. Through in the Thanksgiving ep of Buffy the Vampire Slayer where Spike is tied to a chair for the whole thing, and "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving", and I should be set.
It's just me and my immediate family this year, which means my parents, my brother, and a couple dogs who haven't been trained not to beg at the table. I see them all enough as it is -- except my brother, and he and I tend to be nicer to each other when we see very little of each other, which isn't as depressing as it sounds: we know exactly which buttons to push with the other, and tend to do so when we're around our parents. When they arean't around, we can be almost friendly to one another. So, anyways, I cooked my bit this morning, and will be hiding away until dinner.
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