I had a dream last night that we went on a huge trip to Holden Beach as a family in a rented suburban, and since we were spending all of our money on gas, the only food we could afford to eat was bread with sriracha chili sauce and seasoned salt on it.
It was mildly unpleasant.
I'm all for the beach part, just please never make me eat a chili sauce sandwich.
2 comments:
Your dreams are weirder than mine. And mine are weird enough to make sleeping less than desirable at times. And when we lived near the beach, I couldn't (and still can't) even spell that sauce, much less eat it. Dad
Jennifer--you a hysterical!
I love you!
Mom
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