Wednesday, November 29, 2006

The Good Life

Apparently, my materialism and the Bold Look of Kohler are getting to my son.

He had the best dream last night, he says. In it, I had a mansion with a "buncha" rooms. And I had a bed that was just royal (his word, not mine. I'm thinking he must mean a canopy bed or sleigh bed or something). And the best thing?

Every single room had a pretty faucet... with water.

He said it with that emphasis, eyes all big and amazed as if he's still relishing the supreme excellence of that vision.

On that note, I'm going to bed.

There may be something good in store for me in dreamland.

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