In my dream last night, I had a pet. I can’t remember if it was a fish or something else. Whatever it was, I was feeding it cooked meat that came from its species.
"Is he a cannibal?" I asked my mom.
"No. He likes it," she said.
I found out today that my Grandma West thought "Weekend at Bernie’s" was a real hoot.
Also today, I heard my Uncle Edward tell a story about when Johnny Ray married "that old thing with the dirty legs." My family is hilarious.