Last night, I had the strangest dream. I was going for a road test for some reason, and the cop in the car was my third grade teacher. She kept on asking me why I was getting my license – again – and I told her that I needed two just in case I lost one. So we are driving around town, but I can’t see out of the back window because the puppets from Avenue Q are sitting in the back seat complaining that I am going too slowly. Finally, I pull into a pizza place, and we all get out and go for grinders. Yes, not pizza, grinders. The puppets, my third grade teacher, and I.
I have to start going to bed earlier.