Yesterday, I had a snow day. Yes, adults can have them to… when they’re lazy.
Michigan had a huge snow fall, so all I did was sit on my couch all day, laptop in, um, lap, reading and milling about. I almost forget to eat about midday, and when I stood up from the couch, my legs weren’t ready to work and I’ll fell back again. They were sleeping… I guess they were just being lazy and took a snow day too.
Anyhardsalamisandwich, I finally ate a hard salami sandwich and returned to the couch for the rest of the eve. At a very late hour (10:30ish if I recall), I opted for some cake (see below). Not too long after, I brushed my chompers and opted for bed. (Did you know that I brush my teeth with a hair brush? I goes much quicker. Ha! No, I don’t. I fooled you. But I do use a swatch of human hair.)
In my slumber, I had a mess of messed-up dreams. Here’s the snippets I recall:
- Vampires. It was fucking scary as hell, and all I know is I was one too. There were various forms and sizes that you could only see if you were a blood-sucker, and it answered my question of, “why would anyone say they wouldn’t want to be a vampire?” I’ve been asking my friends this lately, and some say they want to die (to which I said a stake would work) and some said they didn’t want to outlive their loved ones (to which I brought up the benefit of turning your loved ones undead as well). But srsly… this one was wicked. It woke me up in the wee hours of the morning, like at 1am.
- Dog Baptism. I don’t remember much other than the brouhaha surrounding the church when this plan was going down. It was a golden retriever (a Sandy shout-out), but I’ve never had one. (We had two mini mutts, a mini schnauzer, a cairn terrier, and mini daschund – little dogs, little poop + no crotch shots). I feel like the walls started crumbling down as beams of light shone through the stain-glass windows. It could have been reporters for all I know.
- Spaghetti Sauce Made With Ice Cream. A friend was showing me how to replace butter and milk in a recipe for spaghetti sauce (as you can guess, I have no idea how anything is made). He used a lot of French vanilla ice cream and threw black and bell corn pepper into a container of it, then he mixed it with an equal amount of tomato sauce. It looked nasty, but I never got to taste it. A few things to note here: I dream way too much about spaghetti. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy it, but it’s not like I’m obsessed with it. And why is this sacrilegious? It’s a waste of perfectlygood French vanilla ice cream… which I’m obsessed with.
- Unnatural Childbirth. In the future, a woman swallows a device called Point A. Point B is then placed on a rolling poll, much like I.V. drips, and positioned accordingly between her legs. Point C and D (which look like Point B) are placed to the left and right of her womb. Point E is under her table, and Point F is on a movable arm above her belly, like a light at the dentist. A doctor managing a computer checks the coordinates and engages the devices. A portal appears beside him which contains the child. He scoops the small one out, snips and ties the umbilical cord, and hands the baby to the nurse. He disengages the portal and hands the newborn over to mother. No cesarean section nor vaginal tearing. It’s not really sacrilegious either, but do you think this kind of technology will get an easy pass from fundamentals? Doubt it.
INGREDIENTS: Pepperidge Farm Fudge Stripe 3-Layer Cake that was best if used by December 10th, which was the third item I tried to eat in the last two days that was expired. The others were a plastic box of lettuce and a bag of grilled chicken (I planned to make chicken and salad when I bought them two weeks ago). Oddly, the lettuce smelled like ass although it didn’t look rotten (for being a week overdue), and although the bag o’ chicken expanded like it had botulism or something, it did not smell, so I ate it. (In case you didn’t know, I you buy a bag of any food and it expands, that means bacteria is growing inside… it’s some report I saw… I think…)
Back to the chicken for a second – since I wasn’t in doubt (although I was, but it was minor), I didn’t throw it out. I put it in the mickyfor two minutes, and since I had no idea what to eat it with since I had no lettuce, I threw shredded mozzarella on it and Italian dressing anyway.
Now back to that cake – even though it doesn’t say so (check the pic below), I’m beginning to wonder if it was actually devil’s food cake.
Too rich for my boiling blood... in hell!