Wow - I woke up this morning having the weirdest of dreams. Erin and Dana were young, yet Erin was married to Gregg. Mama was still alive, we moved back to Brookshire (something that occurs in most of my weird dreams!), Dana and Erin and I were riding around town on a riding mower, having to sneak around to get gas every block, and we lived in a hovel. Two shacks basically hammered together classified as "shabby chic."

Where do these things comes from?!?! None of this was talked about or remembered or anything - it all came from the blue (A RIDING MOWER??) I guess it was the movie theatre hotdog and dill pickle that did me in.

Sorry, Gregg. Maybe next time it'll bode better for you, honey.

Till tomorrow.