This afternoon I laid down on the couch to do some reading and take a Sunday afternoon nap. As I dozed off, I remembered hearing Megan begin preparations in the kitchen to fix sloppy joes for our summer Bible study group this evening. Thankfully, the smell eventually woke me up from the very vivid dream I was having of being chased by the Abominable Manwich.
I know what you’re thinking, and I agree: too many freaks, not enough circuses. Man, I’m weird.
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I’m a bit concerned that you’re dreaming of me. Again.
Don’t flatter yourself, Kent. You may be a Manwich (in the eyes of the fairer sex, that is), but you’re hardly abominable.
You kinda sound like Cliff Huxtable from the Cosby Show
mmmmm… just wanted to see my new picture