Pic is something random.
Brooke forwarded a link to hummingbirds hatching but I’m not going to post the pix because a) they are not cute, they’re hijjus, and b) she says she doesn’t like birds. I have no idea what the significance of this is.
Last night I dreamed that I nearly ran over a toddler while I was backing out of my parking space at Stuporstore and when I picked him up (he was squawking something fierce) and walked around with him I found his mother dead in her minivan. Then I woke up. My dreams have been so full of violence, especially violence against women, lately. I still got enough sleep though.
Brooke, do they really make “Banana Treat Sea Monkey Dessert” like it says on the piece of cardboard that was protecting the Tartelettes au Dali or am I still hallucinating? I think I’m going to go look that up on the net now…..
