i think john and i have been watching far too many episodes of breaking bad.
last night i dreamed that a mexican drug cartel was coming after us, so john and one of my bosses had to kill them and stuff their bodies in hockey bags. we all took the bags down to the mystique ice arena and proceeded to catfish charlie's to eat out on the patio... as if nothing had happened.
i woke up today in a cold sweat... feeling nervous, but like i had gotten away with something.
maybe it's time to start catching up on all my real housewives i've DVR'ed, but neglected to watch...
No comments:
Post a Comment