Thursday, February 28, 2013

i dreamed . . .

. . . I swept cheese crumbs off of a granite countertop into my cupped hand. I said, "Bill, you go to church quite a bit, right?"

He said, "Yes. Every week as a matter of fact." I said, "OK. And I meditate every day, but I never go to church, so which one of us would make a better dog sitter? My point being, for most things in life it doesn't matter how religious you are. When choosing a dog sitter, for example, isn't a love of dogs more important than regular church attendance?" Bill said, "Wait, I thought you were a cat person." I said, "What ever gave you that idea?"