Had a weird one last night. I dreamt that someone called up and asked if we wanted a French teenager living with us for a few weeks this summer.
They said he'd be arriving (or, Arriveé, I suppose) in 45 minutes at the airport. It was an emergency and the people he is supposed to have stayed with backed out.
Would we take him? Sure, we already have my sis-in-law living with us, our niece on the way in mid-July, our other sister-in-law visiting in mid-July from Alaska, and two kids that will be staying the duration, but do we have room in the attic or something?
Woa! Gotta start using better rum. I thought Bacardi in a glass bottle was at least acceptable for mixed drinks, but I think it's time to upgrade.
At least the mojito tasted good! We used transplanted mint from my Dad & Peggy's garden, which in itself was a transplant. Multiple transplants are cool.
Anyway, here I am Thursday morning with a slightly buzzy head and no French kid.
So, it must have been a dream. Right?
Posted by BilFish at June 29, 2006 06:06 AM