Friday, January 26, 2007


Last night I dreamt that I had a baby. I put it in a room, and every so often I would exclaim, "Oh goodness! I completely forgot I had a baby! I haven't fed it since yesterday!" Then I would go check on the baby, and it was perfectly happy, and in good shape, except for being covered in pooh.

Mr Smith said the baby represented a talent I was neglecting. I asked why my talent was covered in pooh. He didn't answer.


Cactus Kate said...


Mr Smith sure is a crack up.

And you did not have a dream. You had a nightmare.

Remember that the next time you are horizontal with Mr Smith

Oswald Bastable said...

Watch out for that nighmare- it came true for me!

Mrs Smith said...

Well, it wasn't such a bad dream. The baby seemed indifferent to neglect. If they were really so obliging, I might be tempted to have one.