Greetings, my fellow port swillers!
Speaking of “content” as I did in the post below, I had a dream last night that I was on the phone with Ulysses S. Grant. Our mothers had arranged a play-date for us in which I was to take him on a walking tour of the upper Shenandoah Valley, and I had called in order to finalize the arrangements. As I spoke, I was strolling about a small cement culvert in the middle of a series of fields and woods, thinking that it actually was the Shenandoah River.
The strange (well, the other strange) part of it was that Grant was very tight-lipped, but at the same time I couldn’t get him off the phone. The conversation went something like this:
Me: We, I’m really looking forward to this walk.
Grant: Yep.
*Crickets*
Me: Um, well, I guess you’ll be wanting to get ready….
Grant: Mmp.
*Crickets*
Me: Yes, well, I really need to get some studying done before then, so…..
Grant: Ah.
*More crickets*
I didn’t want to just hang up on him because it would have been rude. At the same time, he just wouldn’t take the hint to ring off.
I awoke without resolving this stalemate. Lord knows what it might mean.
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August 3, 2013 at 3:51 pm
tubbs
Have you had your meds vetted recently?
August 4, 2013 at 8:34 pm
Robbo
What kind of pill do you take for Sharknado Brain?
August 5, 2013 at 10:31 pm
captainned
Oh, you mean Hiram Ulysses Grant?