The other night I dreamt that I was at a party with my friend Andi at her late friend Kathy’s house.<\/p>\n
Kathy was living in an enormous, gorgeous tree house. Although there was a loud party going on and the tree house was full of people, she kept telling us that we couldn’t tell anyone where she lived because Russian terrorists were after her.<\/p>\n
The huge, brightly lit palace in the sky seemed like a very odd choice for someone trying to hide. You could probably see it from Mars.<\/p>\n
Even more strangely, the treehouse was in a tree on the edge of a small forest set in a post apocalyptic urban setting full of burned out buildings. Lots of burning tires, and grime. It was just across the street from the Russian terrorist’s lair, a seedy auto shop. You could tell it was their hangout because of all of the Russians loitering around in front of it talking smack in Russian.<\/p>\n
Back at the party, Andi gave me two enormous inflatable dog beds and asked me to blow them both up. The longer I tried to blow them up, the larger they seemed to get. I kept getting dizzy, and would sit down thinking they were finally done, but then the edges would unfurl just..a little…more.<\/p>\n
Andi was getting a little annoyed that it was taking so long. She kept telling me they would be serving dinner as soon as I finished blowing up the damn dog beds. All of the other guests were giving me a hard time.<\/p>\n
Finally, I handed one of them to someone who was making fun of me. “You try it, smart ass.” Of course, it took him about 5 minutes.<\/p>\n
Andi shook her head at me, and said it was just one little favor. She just wanted the Adorkables to have a place to lay down during the party. Surely I could do just that one little thing.<\/p>\n
But I couldn’t.
\nAndi better not bring inflatable dog beds to Cap’n Crunch Brunch. If she does, she can blow them up herself!<\/p>\n
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