First, there was a very long dream that everyone around us was turning into zombies. And no, I don’t watch zombie movies.
Then I dreamed that my older daughter repeatedly spoke up while I was preaching and asked how much longer the sermon was going to be. I responded that every time she asked was making it take that much longer, so let’s get on with it, shall we?
Then I dreamed about putting pieces of a Snicker bar in my car’s tank for fuel.
I see three possibilities:
Eating nachos after 10 p.m. is a bad idea.
There is some underlying fear of my friends turning into zombies that is surfacing from my subconscious.
We were adopted by a cat a few months ago, and it appears that we are not quite measuring up to his standards in style.
Today we were sitting outside by the trampoline when "Bilbo" jumped up in my lap. He started looking at my hair and climbed up on my shoulders so that he could begin grooming me. When I tried to move, he forcefully held my head in place.
"No! Bilbo knows exactly how hair should look! Inferior human has no idea how to style!"
I have to admit, my hair was silky smooth by the time he was done.
Lizi took a few pictures and submitted this one to icanhascheezburger.com (which is a really funny site, by the way).
Posted by Chad Payne 
