Out for the Count
This cold has kicked in hardcore. I’m actually home sick…the first sick day I’ve taken in over 19 months (a record for me). I can’t seem to lick this cold (which started with minor scratchy throat while still in Mexico last Friday). I think it’s also giving me some strange dreams. Well, either that or the mix of Sudafed, Mucinex, Afrin, and alternating doses of ibuprofin and aspirin.
Anyway, in last night’s dream I befriended an RV dwelling redneck. Randy was unavailable so I agreed to go on a road trip with this guy. We were playing some sort of game that was a combination of cricket and mini-golf, except that the balls were actually some sort of rodent with a hard shell. The assumption was always that they didn’t feel pain as a result of the shell. Unfortunately, that wasn’t actually true and I was actually stuck playing with the rodent that decided to fight back.
Be warned: cricket ball rodents have sharp claws.
I’m not sure what happened next, but I was driving the RV down the road alone when my redneck travel companion was involved in a road side explosion. His charred body crashed into the windshield and splattered blood everywhere.
Hmmm – it seemed much more logical in my dream.
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Aren’t the cricket-ball rodents from (the Disney version, at least…) “Alice in Wonderland”, where, I think they’re croquet balls, not cricket balls…and they’re lilttle hedgehogs or something…but I think the mallets are flamingoes, so it’s ok…
Feel better, laddie!
1) Stop watching so many “My Name is Earl” reruns.
2) Lay off the OTC med-mix!
Kisses, pooble. D
Don’t you remember, my neighbors play that game all summer. It’s great fun!!
Hope you feel better, I’ll stay away until then.