Nyquil dreams

are craaaaazy. No joke. I took a little bit of the bitter, licorice, disgusting tasting green stuff (why does that stuff look like anti-freeze, anyways?) before hopping into bed shortly after 9 p.m. last night and it jump started my imagination, for reals ya'll.

I had a dream that Swankypooch told me she didn't like her dog food. Like, I had a back-and-forth conversation with my D-O-G about what kind of dog food she would like to eat from now on. I'm for reals.