Thursday, March 26, 2009


I awake with a start when the Mathematician comes back into the bedroom to get dressed after his shower:

"I just had the craziest dream," I tell him.

"I had weird dreams, too. I bet yours weren't as weird as mine."

"Mr.T was in it and I was really pissed at him," I say, rubbing my eyes as I sit up. "We got into a huge fight."

"A fight with Mr. T, huh? I bet I know who won that battle."

"No way, man," I say, "I was winning. I threw a pile of junk mail at his head. What was yours?"

"It was about the moral struggle I felt when I hired a hermaphrodite as an intern at work, and was then forced to fire...uh, them...because they weren't competent. I didn't want them to think it was because know..."

"Hermaphrodite discrimination? Yeah, that's pretty weird. That all you got?" I say.

"No. That happened, then I introduced George [the owner of Giorgiana's] to my dad and they started wrestling. Playfully."

I'm still not sure who won.


Bonzs├║r said...

:o) I missed your writings...

laura said...

I always dream about having to pee in public and my fiance dreams "...and then I was going through the drawers of the Danish Consulate and that's highly unethical you know!" Can you tell who has an education and who's a waitress?

-blessed holy socks, the non-perishable-zealot said...

Matthew 25:46 'Nuff sed.