I had a dream the other night that Karen Zipdrive and I were waitresses. Yeah, you read that right. She and I were waitresses. I have no idea what Ms. Karen looks like in real life so her face was blank in my dream. Now some of you may be asking, how did I know it was her? I knew it was her because she kept telling everyone, "I'm Karen Zipdrive and I'll be your waitress tonight." I can't remember much about the dream besides the fact that she and I worked our asses off and she was funny as hell in person.
6 comments:
It must be love a-brewin'.
It's kind of like when I went to school in France. The instructors told us we would know we were fluent when we started dreaming in French.
I'm confident that Karenzipdrive is hysterical in person.
Where the hell is my appetizer?
I have to say that some of my blog friends, whom I have never met in person or spoken to, have appeared in my "mission" dreams. "Mission" dreams are where I have something to solve, usually something unsolvable.
Too camp.
I can see that. Ha. Great dream.
Wow. Was there a make-out scene in the kitchen or anything? Because if there was, I'm putting your dream in my Netflix queue.
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