I had a strange dream last night.
You know what I would do if there was an earthquake?
Can you do the closure on my bra?
Then the dog stepped on my foot.
You know why I love the internet?
And in my dream I: (insert HUGE story here).
Could you get the stuff ready for me cleaning the back door? I can't find the vinegar.
I'm hungry. I'm not saying you have to get up right now and get me something, I'm just saying that if I get too much more hungry, I'll get a little bit grumpy.
Yaw-Hoo! Yea, Baby! Uh-huh, Oh Yeah! (exclaiming over the computer game my son is playing.)
I take it the dishwasher is clean.
I would wait except for the fact that I'm so hungry it hurts!
Poison Arrow! (more computer gaming) Booya! Poison, poison, poison, poison, poison!
Will you stop chanting poison?
What? It's a poison arrow. (pause) Fine.
Two slices of deli meat.
Deli meat? What do you mean deli meat?
My work time/writing time is from 10am to noon. This is the rule around here. I write, the kids leave me alone unless there is blood or a fire.
Today. It didn't work so much.