Book Of Likes

I was driving for work yesterday and came across a road construction detour. It had me turning down curvy unfamiliar roads. At one point a turkey popped out of the woods and was running across the road in front of me, then it looked like he panicked and suddenly flew towards me. I slammed on my brakes so hard that everything in the back seat went sliding into the floor. I realize that was a total overreaction, I feel like I’m experiencing some PVSD (post vulture stress disorder). I don’t know if I’ll ever trust birds again.

Okay, I just woke up from a afternoon nap broken hearted but laughing. I dreamed I had met Cher in Times Square. It was the perfect place for a bucket list selfie, with all the lights. We took several and she was awesome. But when I got home I realized I had forgotten that my SD card wasn't in the camera. No pictures. So I called (I have no idea how I had her number) to tell her what happened and to ask if she would be willing to recreate the moment if I flew her to New York and bought her dinner. She said, "I told you the other night four selfies was all you were getting unless you paid me, you stupid beyotch." So no Cher selfies, but it really was funny. Now for an evening of a Taco Tuesday dinner and some old 40s films.