It is breakfast time!!! We are gnawing eggs, drinking coffee, thrusting toast into our gaping maws, etc. The person I am having breakfast with (a French-Canadian self-haircutting veterinary research pathologist) speaks:
"I dreamt about monkeys last night.
There were some monkeys there, all together.
(Silence.)
In the closet. Yes. They were in the closet.
(Silence.)
Also, some marine mammals. Yes. The monkeys were with the marine mammals.
(Silence.)
Oh. They were in a boat.
Yes. They were in a boat. They were going to be released.
The monkeys. And the sea mammals."
Now we are going on holiday. It is not a moment too soon, in my opinion!!!!
(I am also adding "quaffing" to the banned words list - if you need know why, you may no longer read my web-blog.)
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So. Monkeys and sea mammals in a boat about to be released. If ever a dream begged to be analyzed, this would be it.
This beats MLK hands-down.
I think I'd like to know exactly what the sea mammals were, before starting to worry.
May I suggest 'quaffable' as an alternative to 'quaffing'?
That is a simply enormous closet.
First it was fisting beans, now gnawing eggs and thrusting toast. A meal with you, Monkey, sounds much more interesting than around here where we just eat. I would love to break bread and hammer some drinks with you.
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