I had a dream about Paul Rodriguez last night. When I mentioned it to hubby he said “that’s enough, I don’t need to hear any more.” I tried to tell him it wasn’t that kind of dream, but he didn’t want to hear about it. I told him anyways. He turned up the volume on the TV but I kept talking. The TV has a finite volume. I don’t.
We were in San Francisco but the location was sort of like a
Dancing Hula in the Sunset District