go figure
my daughters spent the weekend with their dad. they came home this morning. around 8:20 this morning. as my girls walked around the house to come in the back door i was still asleep. i was dreaming that i was employed at my uncles comic book store. in my dream it was 10:30 and i was hungry for lunch, so i walked over to the subway across the street and bought myself a bag of hone roasted peanuts to dine on. as soon as i got back to the store my aunt was on the phone yelling about how the store was going to comp all of our lunches that day and she was pissed that my uncle let me go to lunch and buy myself food. he was explaining that he had no idea that they were comping lunches that day when i was ripped from my dream by the sceams of my nine year old outside of my window. i bolted awake at this point, at about 8:20 this morning wondering, what the fuck. she was yelling that something was in the house. what? they come in the house and are yelling mom!mom!mom! an animal is in the house. a squirrel is in the house. what?!? a frickin squirrel? are you kidding me? then the judoka yells up the stairs that she has trapped the squirrel in the kitchen. okay..... im still stuck on eating honey roasted peanuts at this point...... anyway.... then they inform me that the squirrel has broken a window and escaped out of the kitchen. okay then. wasnt i just talking about squirrels?