I've been waiting all day for this one. Strange things happen when you cut down SEVERELY on drinking wine during the week. TFI.
I had a dream It was WEIRD. It goes something like this:
We had a Viking dinner. At my house. Amy did the decorating. She came over the night before. Lou did the banners. Everyone was in charge of a dish.
Mel brought her delicious cream cheese appetizer. Layla brought pig lips just in case that wasn't enough.
Sheri brought her belt. And. A salad. Horsey brought a salad, too. And Hummus. I swear I am not making this up.
Pongo and Grammy brought dessert. Doughnuts and pie, respectively.
I know this is out of order. Bear with me.
Pooh and Hoop did dishes.
Hayley made some kind of stew. I forgot. We ate it. Leave it there, people.
Shelby took pics and she and Frick made bling after. Oh. Frick brought warm oysters. No one ate them. Even though I served them in a pretty pirogue.
Twinkie brought...well....you know.
Dick made chili. We all had gas. Especially Zzub. And me. They made us go outside, in fact.
Mary and Rhoda brought chicken. With the sundried tomatoes. YUMMY!
B brought toilet paper. He was scared we would run out. I don't blame him.
We all sang into a vase by the end of the night.
Oh. Joe. He brought the rain. Thanks, Joe. Zzub and I really appreciated that. In the rain. Outside.
With the cake.