You know how it is with cats: you're sorting the clean laundry in the sunshine and you turn your back and a cat falls asleep on the pile. Emily found a choice spot.
Dreamt, amongst other things, that I was learning to drive a tank. The fun, of course, is shooting the tank's big guns and what would Freud and Jung claim about a dream like that?
6 comments:
Oh great, now I can't get the Freudian version of your dream out of my head!
Mona!
what's he got?
tank.
BIG tank.
Happens all the time at our house too. Always nice to have clean clothes covered in cat hair.
No outfit is complete without some cat or dog hair.
EH
extra insulation?
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