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Dream
Kathy Howe reminds me that I haven't blogged last night's dream...
I was in some kind of science facility's locker room, bothering all of the scientists. I think I may have been stalking one of them and baked him cookies. I ran into Keith and Tiffany in the computer lab, where they were making a stop-action film about R2D2 using Legos. Keith begged me to make him crêpes. I told him I couldn't, because I didn't have any whipped cream. He made a face and informed me that he didn't want whipped cream - he wanted blueberries and "miced" onions.
srah - Monday, 5 January 2004 - 11:44 PM
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Comments (5)
Mr. B--------- - January 6, 2004 - 11:19 AM - ℓ
What's so amusing about that term? I make him omelettes with miced onions all the time. They're squeakier that way.
Vanessa, London, UK - January 9, 2004 - 1:37 AM - ℓ
I love that phrase! From now on, I shall only ever mice onions.
Did you mean "minced"? Because if not, you are seriously deranged.