Wednesday, April 12, 2006

I Don't Have a Crappy Job When I Sleep

"Theresa, no one eats french fries for breakfast, not even you."
"I didn’t make them for us. They’re for the circus people living in the back yard."
"Oh. Well, I suppose circus people eat whatever they want whenever they want."
"Do you want to go out back and watch? I think the clowns are going to practice. It won’t be as much fun without their make-up, but we can pretend."


We shared the hammock in the backyard, bemoaning the fact that the circus people had packed up and left already. You tried to feed me cold french fries while you sang sappy Barry Manilow songs badly … or sang bad Barry Manilow songs sappily. I begged you to stop because my stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

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I hate the damn alarm clock.

17 Comments:

At 8:33 AM, Blogger Spin_Doc1 said...

I want to dream about clowns in my backyard!

 
At 8:38 AM, Blogger Unacknowledged Genius said...

I want to remember a dream at all. I used to but now only rarely.

I wonder how you should interpret your dream, Theresa.

 
At 9:35 AM, Blogger Aisha T. said...

Yup. clowns in the backyard is way more preferable than work. Sorry ya got woken up!

 
At 12:20 PM, Blogger Shephard said...

I am wondering if Barry Manilow dreams of clowns and who he thinks is sappy....

~S

 
At 1:00 PM, Blogger joy said...

Sharing a hammock in the backyard is fun. Although I'm sure about clowns and circuses.

 
At 1:06 PM, Blogger AndyT13 said...

Oh great! Can't sleep now! Clowns will eat me!

 
At 3:50 PM, Blogger Al said...

Holy Crap - I'm afraid of clowns - I'm not sure if clown phobia is a real disorder but I've got it.

 
At 3:59 PM, Blogger naive-no-more said...

Please tell me it wasn't the assCLOWN!

 
At 4:09 PM, Blogger JayneSays said...

Hey, girl. I know those days, when the dreams are better than the waking hours. I hope that turns around soon! And so sorry to hear about your tummy . . . but nice Sylvia will be evicted. You are in my thoughts!

 
At 5:40 PM, Blogger Sumeeta said...

We should all have dreams like that!

 
At 9:53 PM, Blogger theresa said...

Spin Doc – I wish I always did too. My last dream was about my email account being flooded with uninvited bad homemade porn.

Unacknowledged Genius – Since I actually woke myself up laughing even before the alarm went off, maybe the dream is about being happy even after the circus leaves town. Or maybe it’s just a silly dream.

Aisha – I like clowns too. As long as they don’t party all night and piss off the neighbors, they can hang in my yard.

Shephard – Hmmm, maybe we should ask ol’ Barry? Could be a fun blog project.

Joy – It might depend on who you’re sharing the hammock with, but yes, in this case you’re right.

Andy – Oh yes, as they left, I do think I heard them say they were heading over to your place.

Al – Or, maybe they said they were going to Al’s place … I don’t know. I was busy dodging cold french fries.

Naïve – What respectable circus would have an Ass Clown???

Jayne – Thanks Sweetie. I’m almost done with my ordeal and back to normal … or as normal as I get.

Sumeeta – Yes, Sweet funny dreams for everyone!

 
At 10:54 PM, Blogger Blazngfyre said...

So THAT'S what happened to the "Insane Clown Posse"!

Always wondered .....

*giggle*

 
At 5:41 AM, Blogger Dick the Boomer said...

Speaking of crappy jobs - what about the guy in the circus who is the elephant pooper scooper?

 
At 11:01 AM, Blogger Polyman2 said...

Barry Manilow?
Sounds like a nightmare.

Good luck with the tum tum.

 
At 10:14 PM, Blogger Popeye said...

(some times dreams are a gift to let us know that everything is gonna be alright)

 
At 11:01 PM, Blogger ZooooM said...

Just don't let my husband kill those clowns. You'll be begging for your alarm clock after that.

 
At 11:05 PM, Blogger Popeye said...

Did you make it through the storms alright?

 

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