girlfiend

I know, I know, no one cares about your dreams, but this one I had to share.

Last night I dreamed I was at a party at Lawmummy’s house and I cracked open an icy cold can of Bud lite. And I drank the whole thing.

In real life Bud Lite is one of those beers that I just don’t drink. If it’s the only beer at a party I may have a cup from the keg, but chances are I’ll take a few sips, make a face and switch to water for the rest of the night. In real life Bud Lite is one of those beers I can’t imagine actually seeing at Lawmummy’s house.

Back to the dream. I’m sitting on the sofa and Lawmummy looks over and notices the empty can in my hand. She gives me a look and says something to the effect of, “If you’re going to drink when you’re pregnant, couldn’t you pick something less offensive. People are going to talk.” I realized that she didn’t know the can was empty, so I took it to the sink, turned the water on and pretended to dump the rest out. Then I passed out on her bed.