So, I had a dream last night I unclogged my bathroom sink.
Which you, if you are all into dream interpretation and things, might think this was some sort of symbolic dream about how I’ve been in sort of turmoil over and finally figured out some huge life-decision. Maybe there is some complex emotional trauma of which I have finally freed myself?
Or, just maybe my bathroom sink has been clogged for over a week and it is kind of driving me nuts?
Well, it is. And no matter how many chemicals I pour down the drain, the big stinky hairball (which I am certain is causing the problem) will not budge.
This dream, coupled with the one I had the night before my last birthday in which I couldn’t get the clutch of my car to function in order to make the drive up a huge hill (get it? I had an over the hill dream! I am so complex and wacky like that!) speaks volumes about just how, errr, dull things are.
What’s next? A reoccurring enamel-grinding stress dream about the lack of counter space?
Because clearly, this is the direction my life is taking.
So, I was given a present today. A little book called “Bitter with Baggage Seeks Same” which really is kind of insulting when it is presented to you along with the words, “I saw this a few weeks ago, and totally thought of you.”
But, all is well. What it turned out to be is a very funny little book with photos of furry little plastic chicks (as in fake little chickens, people, not Super Shave Barbie) set up in some freaky little situations in some freaky little dioramas with some very. funny. copy.
Yes, I do find a diorama set up with one furry little wide-eyed chick tied to a chair in a bathroom with a bunch stray chicken limbs laying around while a bunch of little plastic skinned chickens soak in a bathtub with a tiny bottle of open bleach next to it with the caption, “*#!*@!!!” under it very funny thankyouverymuch.
Shuddup and see one of the freaky little dioramas for yourself before you judge, okay?.
Because really, that shit’s pretty funny.