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Michele, I had a dream you were in. Me, you, and Erica were eating pizza, and yours was plain. I asked why you didn't get any toppings, and you gave me a blank stare, and then I started listing all the yummy vegetables I love on my pizza (i.e., ALL OF THEM), and your eyes got really wide like WHY DIDN'T *I* THINK OF THAT?!
And then you said something about how your dad can't cook; that the food tastes right but it doesn't look right. On the other hand, your uncle CAN cook (I don't know if you even HAVE an uncle), and that his was the first corn on the cob you'd had in YEARS. And it was SO GOOD to spin the corn around.... or something. o_o
The thing my brain comes up with at approximately six in the morning amuse me. Most of the time.
And then you said something about how your dad can't cook; that the food tastes right but it doesn't look right. On the other hand, your uncle CAN cook (I don't know if you even HAVE an uncle), and that his was the first corn on the cob you'd had in YEARS. And it was SO GOOD to spin the corn around.... or something. o_o
The thing my brain comes up with at approximately six in the morning amuse me. Most of the time.