So M came home from work with a little something for us to play with.
He’d found it on the side of the road and thought it would make a fun toy.
He even had plans to stop it rotting like normal dead giraffe heads do…
So it was the wedding for which this was the engagement. Turns out neither the bride nor the groom like wedding cake, so they came up with this alternative. Instead of, you know, chocolate cake, vanilla cake, strawberry cake, carrot cake, red velvet cake (which I KNOW they like), cheese cake, cupcakes, macaroons, cake pops … we had to play Spin the Bottle with Captain Morgan.
A friend gave me a fleshlight for Christmas, simply because it would be funny in front of my conservative relatives.
I tried to explain it away, with my “friend” giggling away in the corner.
But that pesky relative wouldn’t stop asking questions!
Questions like, “Why is your friend collapsing on the floor?”
I was at this function where we got to meet the queen. It was outdoors, in a parking lot. The queen was sitting there, and one by one, we were introduced by an official introducer. I don’t know who the other people being introduced were.
The introducer would introduce us by name, and then list what our families had provided “during the war”. I had no idea my family had done any providing during any war, but I guess the introducer had access to better archives than I do.
Then we were given a chance to say a few extra words of introduction.
And in the dream, I had two daughters, and I couldn’t remember the other one’s name. Michael was in the audience shouting suggestions, like Arabella, Annabel, Trudie etc, and I knew none of them were right. The introducer was frantically looking through her notes and shouting suggestions like Trinket, Pixie, Mulberry etc, and I knew none of them were right either. It was all rather distressing.
And not very amusing.