So this morning around 2:30, I wake up with the solution to a database problem that I’ve been pulling my hair out over for the last eight days. I go back to sleep.
Around 4:15, I wake up to go to the bathroom, and the only thought that’s on my mind is whether or not Michelle and Scott have picked out a name for their new baby. I pee, then realize Michelle and Scott may, or may not be having a baby. Either way I’d be the last to know. I go back to sleep.
Around 5:30, I wake up after having a nightmare that I’m on the phone with a BellSouth Yellow Pages sales rep. Right as she gets the words “we’re the REEEAAALLLL Yellow Pages” out of her mouth I notice a tree, several small animals, and a car in the air heading my way. I realize a tornado is hitting and I’m in the middle of it. I go for the floor. I feel the air, and all of the contents of whatever house I’m in being sucked out over me. I scream. I now realize I’m in front of a huge sliding/plate glass door, the glass is bowing in from the pressure of the storm, about to burst. I scream again– girl scream, shrill. The very second before the glass pops, from across the room I hear the BellSouth Yellow Pages phonebook rep say, “No, seriously… We are the REEEAAALLLL Yellow Pages. Honest.” and that’s when I wake up, shaking.
I don’t go back to sleep.
isn’t that always the case? solutions in my sleep always happen. although there is something sad about dreaming in code….
no cow in the tornado? nothing to worry about, then.
just be glad you did not wake up under your bed or in the tub..
If Michelle tells me she’s pregnant in the next month, I’m gonna drive to Macon and find you. I’m not sure what’ll happen next. Probably nothing. Are there any liquor stores in Macon? Can I stay with you guys for, oh, 18 years or so?
Yeah. I’ll leave a light on for ya. Liquor store is a mile from the house, you’ll pass right by it, pick me up a bottle of bourbon while yer there, thanks.
If she’s pregnant, I’ll flake.
liquor store… or package store?
I still dont fully get that…
Greg, this one’s easy, especially if you live in Georgia… Baptists refer to it as a “Package”, everybody else calls it a “Liquor”.
Uhmmmm…
well… there goes your Christmas present
Dang… Busted.
that’s how rumors get started, mr. strozier.
and if it happens now, you definitely won’t be the last to hear about it (see scott’s previous comment).
also, no more bar-b-q before bed.
Why aren’t you writing? Did your camera break? Don’t you love us anymore?
Really! The fans of the Mark Fan Club demand a response!
oh please.
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