Ok, ok, so I didn't post a What the Frack last week. I'm sorry. I was under the weather. Yeah, that sounds like a good excuse. Naaaa, I can't lie to you. I just didn't have anything for ya. Remember, I've been in blah blah land for a while. But today my dear sweet friends, you are in for a treat.
Some of my dreams are F.R.E.A.K.Y....
The other day I was texting away to my friend and mentioned that I really needed to shave my legs. Apparently, my subconscious had a problem resolving this issue. That night I dreamed that instead of hair growing on my legs, I had pieces of grass, as in the picture below, growing in places on my legs. I'll give you a second to go throw up.
Anygrosshair, the razor was not working on getting them off of my legs, so I asked Mr. Dazee if he would cut them off. He tried cutting them with scissors, but they wouldn't cut. He finally had to just pull them out, one by one. Some came out short. Some of them he was pulling out like the hankies that a magician pulls out of his sleeve, you know where there is no end in sight of the hankies. But by far the grossest one he pulled out looked like....
Bread. Rolled up in like a tootsie roll shape, and was kind of mushy, like there was milk in it. And it was a good quarter size around. What in the fracken heck. What was my brain trying to resolve with that one?
Of course, in the flavor of all things weird that happen when Dazee's around, look at what was in front of the automatic door on my way out of the Smiths Grocery Story last Sunday
Why of course I had to stop and take a picture. This is the very reason my camera goes everywhere I go. Well that and I'm really hoping to catch a Walmart person at Walmart someday. I'm thinking the really good thing is that it wasn't a used tampon. SORRY, SORRY. It had to be fracking said.
Now, on to a much needed diversion. The other day I mentioned a few blogs that I read. YOU HAVE GOT TO CHECK OUT THE NEWEST ONE I FOUND! It's a hoot.