As we were saying our "good-nights" last night, the following conversation took place:
Me: I hope I don't dream I'm a fish being eaten by a bigger fish again.
Paul: [hearty laughter]
Me: What?
Paul: Last night I had this dream that I kept going to the bathroom, but there was a Tibetan monk sitting on the toilet, and he was pushing his legs up against the wall and straining his face with effort. And everytime I would try to go to the bathroom the monk would run in before me.
[pregnant pause]
Me: You are so not allowed to have a 24oz porterhouse steak and super spicy chili in the same weekend again. Ever.
Me: I hope I don't dream I'm a fish being eaten by a bigger fish again.
Paul: [hearty laughter]
Me: What?
Paul: Last night I had this dream that I kept going to the bathroom, but there was a Tibetan monk sitting on the toilet, and he was pushing his legs up against the wall and straining his face with effort. And everytime I would try to go to the bathroom the monk would run in before me.
[pregnant pause]
Me: You are so not allowed to have a 24oz porterhouse steak and super spicy chili in the same weekend again. Ever.
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