Showing posts with label Fireflies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fireflies. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Anybody got a few bucks for a box of imaginary pampers?

Some dreams are quite the wicked little tricksters!! 

I've been trying to put Pookie away.  I tried to stuff him in the side pocket of my cargo pants, but he couldn't get comfortable.  He claimed I kept moving around too much and that he was getting motion sickness.  I tried to put him in my jewelry box, but he kept saying that my earring posts were sticking him six ways from Sunday.  I tried to put him in my Christmas closet, but he said the mixed smell of last year's cinnamon and pine scented potpourri was giving him a headache.  Next, I stuffed him in the sewing tin, but my button fell off and I had to fish the tin and subsequently him back out.  He was screaming mad about being left in there beside the pin cushion.  I think he thought I was going to use all those pins to mount him to a board like the beautiful butterfly that he is.  Finally, I tossed him into my lingerie drawer ... and he seemed happy.  A little too happy if you ask me.  I thought ... whew ... finally ... I can get Pookie off my mind.

Wouldn't you know that Pookie found a way back in?  He hijacked my dream and seduced me in front of God, his angels and all mere mortals roaming that same wee houred dream scape -- dozens of strangers whom we ignored in favor of passion ignited by the light of ten thousand fireflies.  I was so annoyed with myself, but I have to admit that Pookie is Giamaco Casanova incarnated, and I never stood a chance against his continuous advances.  I hate to break this to Pookie's new interest, but I feel strongly that Pookie and I are now expecting at least one dream baby.  Who knows, maybe even twins.  Hmmm ... I wonder if every expected dream baby comes with a "how to" book.  Gosh, I hope so, cuz I don't know nuthin' bout birthin' no dream babies.


It probably didn't help that I was listening to some fanciful and dreamy music before drifting off to sleep.  Have a listen.  Who know, maybe you will score some dream babies of your own.  Be careful though, even "dem dream babies is 'spensive ventures."





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