Okay I have a friend, yeah I know its hard to believe (only if she clams me as one HA!). she tends to have these wild and crazy dreams about people. She has dreamed the I was cooking Clam chowder (when I don't even like sea food), she thought I was dead ( I had something to do with that dream), she even dreamed that my father was a priest. Well he may be know up in heaven, but while he was here that would have been a very big laughing matter. I do tell her to stop eating or drinking what ever it is she does before bed, but them again they make for a great page in my scrapbook. Thanks B for being such a great friend and putting up with me.
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