I saw some weird shit last night in Dreamland--weirder than usual. I blame the pepperoni pizza and the excitement of a close Purdue women's basketball game (they won!).
Anyway, Karen and I both gave birth to unicorns. Yes, unicorns. And while her unicorn was practically perfect in every way, my baby unicorn was feisty, and did NOT want me to be her mother! Understandable, really. I know nothing about raising a unicorn.
I guess this is a cautionary Dreamland post--beware the consequences of mixing pepperoni and a blown, 12 point lead.
