Sylvia felt a bit weak and sore in the wake of our COVID-19 booster shots yesterday, and all she wanted for supper was some saltines and guacamole. So I served it up in high style, dinner in bed for my little princess.
The night before you posted this, I had a vivid, short dream about you and Sylvia. You had pushed Sylvia down a long, carpeted, curving flight of stairs, something like those in "Gone With The Wind". Thumping and somersaulting all the way down to the bottom, Sylvia more or less landed on her head.
She got up in the manner of a Terminator, her limbs and head realigning themselves with sleek robotic ease. "You're going to have to try harder than that, my love!" she scolded you from the bottom of the staircase.
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The night before you posted this, I had a vivid, short dream about you and Sylvia. You had pushed Sylvia down a long, carpeted, curving flight of stairs, something like those in "Gone With The Wind". Thumping and somersaulting all the way down to the bottom, Sylvia more or less landed on her head.
She got up in the manner of a Terminator, her limbs and head realigning themselves with sleek robotic ease. "You're going to have to try harder than that, my love!" she scolded you from the bottom of the staircase.
Crazy. I never dream about stairs.
Ha ha ha, wow.
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