" If you ever get cancer and you lose your hair, I'll donate my hair for your wig."

I have the most horrible dream last night.

This tale is NOT for the faint hearted!

I really don't remember how it all started. But then again it's a nightmare, who really remembers these things?

I believe I was in a cardboard box in an alley with stink rays eminating from my body.


I was homeless, obviously since I DID live in a box, a refrigerator box to be exact. Nice and roomy.

Why do you ask am I homeless? Since my parents disliked me with a passion.

Just because I majored in Floral Design at BYU Idaho and the weather was horrible so no one in the world was able to plant flowers. So there goes the floral design industry!

I tried to find jobs, but my stink rays eminating from my body made the interviewers shriek in horror.

Of course, I DID try to take a shower.

In the drinking fountains.

Didn't work.

Very sticky indeed.

I was a hobo and no one liked me.

I hope this isn't deja vu.