Hi all welcome to another Saturday Centus, week #99. I have a little story to tell. It all started with my being sleep deprived from getting our tax papers together for our Tax man. I was up until 5:00 am doing Excel spread sheets. Then add to that Miss Lily’s first birthday party today and I ate too many carbs and loaded up on sugar and well my blood sugar went way out of whack. I decided to lie down and snuggle with our girls for a little afternoon
siesta sugar coma.
And now, my nightmare…..
I took all my grandchildren to Red Lobster and tried to leave a $20 tip.
The waitress gave my $20 bill back and said “Not enough.”
I said “What?”
She said “More like two hundred would be about right.”
I said “The bill was only $100.00!”
She said “The bill is $1,000.00.”
I asked her for an itemized receipt and to see the manager.
She walked away thinking “this is so easy…I’m living the dream man!”
I decided to call the police.
After sorting things out, she was cuffed and taken away.
Then the doorbell rang and woke me up.
*Actually two yapping Chihuahuas woke me up but I only had 100 words.
So, any dream interpreters out there?
Can anyone tell me why I would have such a stupid dream?
Was it the two brats soaked in beer?
The killer pasta salad??
Or the Strawberry pink cake topped with Princess Pink icing???
Or maybe it’s because those blood suckers from the IRS want my money!
I guess I’ll never know.
Don’t forget to head back over to Jenny Matlock’s blog off on my tangent
Thanks for stopping by. ~Ames