Tuesday, August 28, 2007
I passed this on my way to the metro station this morning. The fairies must have been out dancing under the full moon, because I didn't notice it on my way to Y's yesterday. It reminded me of my childhood and the stories we create ...
Read about Fairy Rings on wikipedia.
A mushroom walked into a bar.
"Get out of here," said the bartender. "We don't serve your kind."
"Aw. C'mon," said the mushroom. "I'm a fungi."
Get it? Get it?
UPDATE: I had this totally weird dream last night that I wanted to blog about, but forgot. And, now, I don't want to do a separate entry. So, here are parts of the dream that I remember:
Part 1: Nida, her Husband, Sarah (who I've met maybe 3 times through DUN), one of my friends from high school (Cherri) and I are helping Mike kayak down a river. We are all wearing rollerblades in the water, skating to various points in the river to guide Mike.
Part 2: I am making out with the Cheating Cheater.
In between parts 1 and 2 was something I don't remember about a store. I think that was where I met the Cheating Cheater.