A lot of what I write is voiced like it was spoken by my dear Aunt Hentic. That’s because I’m as simple as she is. Auntie waxes eloquent below in a comment about preparing brown bag lunches. But is that what it’s really about? I don’t know.
Last night I dreamed my boss was my dentist, and at the end of a recent visit she had neither floss nor toothbrush to send away with me. Instead, she gifted me with a half gallon container of upscale hair product. I hugged her in thanks but she was a little stand-offish. Hanging from her wall was a miracle of taxidermy, a stuffed five foot diamond back rattler. I looked at it and thought, “This is very symbolic.” It looked back at me.
When I woke up this morning I thought I might contrive a quick post about that dream. When I got to my desk I found email to the EGR list about a dog story. Coincidence? Perhaps.
[tags]snakeskins or sheepskins, gel for the combover, hard boiled yegg, snake eyes, synchronicity[/tags]
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