I had a dream last night that I was watching a thriller with some sci-fi elements. and there were things that didn’t make sense along the way, but at the end there was a twist that I didn’t see coming and then everything made sense. I remember thinking, “wow that was pretty good! I didn’t see that coming” but now i can’t remember the story. Isn’t that weird the way the brain works? I kept the ending from myself.

I had two babies on my lap today, of different sexes, races, and cities.

it’s rare for me to have a baby on my lap. but when I do I seem to be able to keep them happy and laughing, until they get stinky when they quickly get passed back to the bomb squad.

I’ve discovered recently that I really really want a youngin’. and that requirement will weigh heavily on any potential future relationships. No baby mommas, no half on a baby. just the good old fashioned disfunctional family.