so it was confusing. first the kid wanted a cheese sandwich for breakfast, only because i wouldn’t give him a plain mayonnaise one. then he was supposed to take an apple to school, but we only had half an apple and two bananas, so i debated sending a banana and a note (afterall, ‘b’ comes right after ‘a’) but changed my mind and decided to send a book about apples instead. later, i’m wandering from room to room trying to find my shoes. they weren’t where they usually are, i’m sure, and then they were.
wait. that was reality. the dream is here.
Mayo McCheese!
Damn, I need to start dreaming. That sounds like too much fun. I never remember my dreams, if I do have them. Every once in a while I remember. I’m sure that means something. I’m pretty sure that’s a pathology.
Let the boy have a plain mayo sandwhich from time to time. They really are yummy. Even better when they are made with Miracle Whip!
Pretty soon Kurtwood’s going to be camped out in front of the tv with a big econo-size jar of Miracle Whip and a spoon.
like mother, like son — but i prefer the real mayonnaise myself.
a mayo sandwich?
can’t there be some tuna or eggs or something mixed in?
mayo?
ugh.
Mayo is *so* Wonder Bread. Bleh.