Have you ever heard a birdie scream 'fore'?
I slept las night and I dreamt of things. Some of these things were evil, and they frightened me. An example was dreaming that I was Mario. A: that would make me Italian. B: I'd be super short until I did mushrooms (then I'd be high). C: I'd have a brother named Luigi who makes the best Italian Ices around. I guess that's a good thing. Scratch that one. New C: I'd be chased by evil mushroom men. D: Flying turtles would want their revenge on me for stealing their wings. The list continues. So when I woke up this morning I saw my cat walking down the hallway and I almost yelled, "Ki-yah!" and jumped on it. Then I realized that it wasn't an evil mushroom man and that it probably wouldn't get the bulging eyes and flatness the said mushroom men would when you jump on them. The cat was lucky that I have quick thinking skills. What's worst about that dream is that I'll have the Mario theme song stuck in my head all day, that could prove frustrating. Wouldn't it be lovely to see a pink flamingo golfing? With a little penguin as the caddy? I'd pasy to watch that. I'd yell, "Hey Pinky! You should try to hit a birdie on this hole! And I don't mean a fellow player!!" Course that'd probably make him made and he'd poke me in the eye with his 9 Iron. Anyway, I'm leaving! Have a fun day everyone:)