I had a crazy dream last night. Surreal crazy.
I dreamed that The Hater was trying to convince me that he should let these people cut him up and put him in a stew. And while they were doing just that I was trying to decide if I could confide this drama to a family of trapeze artists.
This morning I woke up and told The Hater he didn't have my permission to let someone cut him up for a stew. I told him that I didn't think reincarnation worked that way. He assured me he didn't want to be stew meat.
I made it clear that if he ever thought that being cut up alive for a stew was a good idea, that would be a marriage deal-breaker. We decided that was fair; it's healthy for our marriage to know exactly what is expected of each other.
Well,, its not an exhaust port....
4 days ago