I dreamt I was appointed the Mosquito Control District Manager.
Yes, it is quite a job here in South Florida. We have to mange the mosquito’s or they just get out of control.
Anyway….I was given this duty because the prior mosquito control manager, Alan Sipple was retiring. (who?and why does this name come to me so clearly?)
Well, ok, truth is he did not retire. He died.
And everyone called him Junior. He was very much loved by everyone. everyone.
I had big shoes to fill in this job I was just given.
As I was accepting my postition, I realized I had a large selection of Victoria’s Secret bras on the kitchen counter……all still w/ the tags on them and I must return them. hmmmmm…..
Why, oh, why do I have so many that are size 32 C???
I have not worn a 32 in years…and Lo can’t wear a C yet? this really perplexes me.
Who brought these into the house? WHO? and WHY do I have to do the returning part? huh?
But I can’t worry about it too long, cause I have to get in this Jeep that Coach is driving and I have to sit in front w/ his friend Bob because we have so many kids in the back….
and why oh, why is Bob smoking cigarettes so close to me and the kids?
What Bob? You will get out and walk so Cocoa can get in and sit with me?
That is so cool Bob.
YOU are so cool Bob, even if you were smoking so close to me and the kids.
Come on in Cocoa, lets go for a ride….
Oh, wait. stop everything right now. I have to check my blog….
Oh, lookie here, I am getting all kinds of comments from people who are congratulating me on becoming the newest Mosquito control district manager.
You guys are all so nice…. Thank you SOOOOO much…..
I am so lucky.
(And very confused when I wake up.)
What does any of that mean?
I need this.