Sandra Bullock hates Me
Yesterday was a strange day. The school called my fiance to tell her that her kid had a fever of 109. She called me and we all hit the panic button. She raced down to the school to get the little one and finds out the fever is 100.9. She and I were both relieved and a little pissed. I mean you don't call someone and say "Your mom had a heart attack" and later tell them "Oh I meant heart burn." It just ain't right.
Anyways, later that evening my fiance starts getting sick too. So two-thirds of my little family now has some kind of stomach flu/bug, and we all turn in early. I had just fallen asleep when there came a rapping. Like someone gently tapping. Tapping at our front door. (Sorry Edgar... I just had to do it)
Well that was enough to wake me up. I stumble half asleep to the front door in my pajamas, and when I open it I'm surprised to find that it is Sandra Bullock... Wait no... It was nobody. Empty. However, there was a car parked out front. That too was empty. So I look around... still nobody... so then I head back to bed.
That's when I bumped into Sandra Bullock... well dreamt about Sandra Bullock. It was weird. I kept waking up every time a cat so much as farted thinking someone was knocking at the door or breaking in. Lets just say I slept like crap, and what dreams I had were bad ones. The weirdest one and consequently my favorite was when Sandra Bullock hit me over the head with a crowbar and threw me in a lake with a very large rock tied to my feet.
I remember thinking as I sank to sleep with the fishes "Why does Sandra Bullock hate me, and does she know this rock is full of peridots?"
Anyways, later that evening my fiance starts getting sick too. So two-thirds of my little family now has some kind of stomach flu/bug, and we all turn in early. I had just fallen asleep when there came a rapping. Like someone gently tapping. Tapping at our front door. (Sorry Edgar... I just had to do it)
Well that was enough to wake me up. I stumble half asleep to the front door in my pajamas, and when I open it I'm surprised to find that it is Sandra Bullock... Wait no... It was nobody. Empty. However, there was a car parked out front. That too was empty. So I look around... still nobody... so then I head back to bed.
That's when I bumped into Sandra Bullock... well dreamt about Sandra Bullock. It was weird. I kept waking up every time a cat so much as farted thinking someone was knocking at the door or breaking in. Lets just say I slept like crap, and what dreams I had were bad ones. The weirdest one and consequently my favorite was when Sandra Bullock hit me over the head with a crowbar and threw me in a lake with a very large rock tied to my feet.
I remember thinking as I sank to sleep with the fishes "Why does Sandra Bullock hate me, and does she know this rock is full of peridots?"