Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Morning Conversation

Her: I had the weirdest dream last night with you in it.

Me: Really? What about? Was I fighting aliens with a big gun?

Her: Um, no. I was being punished.

Me: Uh, OK...great. What were you being punished for?

Her: I'd gotten my third citation for speeding & had to wear some kind of piece of metal in my mouth.

Me: For speeding? It must've been a dream. I mean, I could see you getting a third citation for driving too slow, but...

Me: Rubbing my arm after being slugged three times