Funny things happen to me all the time. Either that or I’m not all there and everything just seems funny.
My youngest daughter brought an assignment home to finish for her art class. It was made of paper mâché and when it dried completely, she was able to paint it. She was very proud of her work. It was really cute and she put extra effort into making it extra special.
Everyone turned in for the night and the little paper mâché sculpture sat unconcerned on the kitchen counter.
It was one of those nights when I semi-woke up and wandered aimlessly into the kitchen. I wasn’t fully conscious. This wasn’t unusual since I was often found sleep walking. The house was dark. There wasn’t a sound to be heard except the growling coming from my stomach. Even though I was in a dream state, I felt the pangs of…
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