Warning: Rambling dream sequence without any editing because mah feet are COLD (it might snow? Sniff. Sniff.) and I need more coffee and I want to finish my sappy romance novel before the hellions that are the beloved fruit of my loins awaken.
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I dreamt that I was at a Marriott's hotel with a 5 bedroom suite (when I dream, I dream big) when I received an angry intercom message (??? 1973 technology???) from a woman named Ms. Lowhahn. She was pissed about all of the puking she could hear through the walls and continued to rant and rave and scream that I needed to have some respect for her beauty sleep.
After deducing that no one in my group was vomiting, I headed down to the lobby with the faxed copy of our conversation (try and explain THAT one). The desk clerk told me not to worry, because that was an old customer who had been banned from Marriott hotels due to destruction of property and drunken/disorderly conduct. Apparently, she liked to call the guests and mess with their heads but it was ok because she wasn't allowed past the front door. To this I started shaking and the room kind of "boomed" as I said "but she was on the INTERCOM! Inside the hotel!" Dun Dun DUUUHHHNN!!!
The best part of it all is that I didn't realize until I WOKE UP that the "Ms. LowHahn" that I was dreaming of was actually "Lindsay Lohan." What the hell? Even within my own dreams I cannot relate to pop culture references? My sub-conscious is just as out of the loop as I am.
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This was funny. Vereh vereh funnay. Intercoms and faxes. Child, were you even born then ;-)
p.s. last two times i've clicked to comment you, i get a walmart gift card winner announcement popup in a new window -- just an fyi in case it is spammy attacking your blog...
Sigh... It IS a spammy thing and I don't know how to get rid of it! Does anyone know how?? I am so sorry for that pop-up. I need advice on removing it!!
Verrrrryyyy interestingk, Lucy.
I'll bet you don't know THAT one, either. As for your spammy thing (Oh Goddess, please don't let my mind wander off in THAT direction) ahem your site may have been hacked. If you like we can look at it - we should be able to find the hack in the source code and eliminate it. The bigger question is how a Blogger site got hacked in the first place.
On the other hand, although I HAVE seen the Walmart thingy before, I just clicked into your comment function TWICE in a row without seeing the spam. Interesting.
lol! I'm dying over here! ;)
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I think it shows very high moral character that you didn't recognize Lindsay Lohan, even in your dream. Wanna go steal a necklace?? (Sorry, was that tacky?)
See? I don't have any clue what you're talking about, Stacia. Not one clue! I'm assuming she stole a necklace? Why? Isn't she like, filthy rich? She must be desperately sad and in need of some loving attention...
Haha.
Sorry about the cold feet.
Ha! Don't feel bad, Tracey. The older I get, the less I'm in the pop-culture loop. I take it as a sign of we have more important things to do and think about. Uh, yeah . . . that's right.
mwahahaha...
so the other night, i dreamed that i was shopping for a car. i decided to test drive some foreign car, don't quite remember which one. but, i loved it. the car salesguy told me it was going to be $212/month. i said hey, that's so cheap for such a fancy schmancy car. then, he started adding on all these THINGS and suddenly, the lease was going to be like a mortgage payment. then i woke up and realized that, not only can i not get a new car in real life, it won't happen in my damn dreams either.
sigh.
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