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October 29, 2002 - 11:09 pm
somniloquism and me
yesterday morning jeff told me that in my sleep i said, at full volume, "the feet. that's right!" not so notable in and of itself, but for the first time i can ever recollect, i know why i said something i said in my sleep. i was dreaming that i was teaching a little baby about the plural of foot, and actually, the dialog in the dream went like this:
me: one...
baby: foot.
me: two...
baby: feet!
me: that's right!
also, i apparently sing in my sleep, too.
******* October 27, 2002 - 12:56 am
less is...
said jeffrey while sitting on the bed eating from a little bag of peanut m&m's, "so when did they decide that smaller portions should be called 'fun size'? ...'cause y'know there's nothing fun about having less candy. y'know what would be fun? if i had a five-pound bag of m&m's."
******* October 21, 2002 - 4:33 pm
a great fall
i drove by an art show yesterday, and one of the artists had a thing for humpty-dumpty as well as an interesting explanation for why he fell off the wall. apparently, she thinks he was wasted ‘cause all her egg men were sporting different alcohol-bearing vessels – from wine glasses and/or bottles to beer steins.
******* October 11, 2002 - 1:04 pm
from the fileroom
paco: (sadly) he hates me, he hates me, he hates me. me: who does? paco: mackenzie. me: oh, paco, he doesn't hate you. paco: (coyly) it's okay; i like it when he hates me.
******* October 11, 2002 - 1:00 pm
granny bartlet
ever wonder that if a pear and an apple had a baby if it would be delicious? wonder no more. i can tell you that it would not. anybody want the rest of this?
******* October 08, 2002 - 11:12 pm
trust
today on my way home from work, i saw a little girl of about 5 and her mother walking hand-in-hand. they crossed a busy six-lane road, went up a curb, and walked down the sidewalk before the light turned green and i drove away... and all the while the girl's eyes were closed.
******* October 06, 2002 - 12:43 pm
he makes me happy
last night jeff and i went to a party. just before we left, he told me i was the prettiest girl there. sigh.
******* October 02, 2002 - 4:55 pm
nostalgic
something smells like ballet slippers.
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