Good morning!
I had a very strange dream last night. I can't remember who but I was with someone and we went to Bruces house--we heard his voice (and I'm not sure what his voice sounds like ) calling us--"I'm here--I'm here!" and we went from room to room to room. One filled with books, one with DVDs, the BIGGEST kitchen I've EVER seen, but we never could find him! I don't remember much just yelling, "Where ARE you?" and the answer--"I'm here, I'm here!" and it always sounded like he was in the next room but when we got there, he was gone.
And Bruce, about the "open sesame" thing, are you sure it's not supposed to be "open says me" (or "open sez me")? I always used to think that that was what it was until I was a teenager and I read it in a book as "open sesame."
That reminds me that when I was little and watched "Miss America", I always thought they sang, "Look at her, she's a
DILL". As in pickle and I never could figure out why anyone would want to be one!

Years later I realized they were saying
IDEAL and ya know, somehow, that makes more sense.
DR Ann--so what did your fortune cookie say? Mine said "You will be showered with good luck." Hit me, baby, I'm dirty.
DRS. Woody White--I'm so sorry about your hamburger meat! At least you caught it before both ate it and got sick off of it! I'll tell the story of my first Thanksgiving turkey.
I wanted to do something different so I wanted a FRESH turkey not a frozen one. About 3 days before for T-day, I bought it and put it in the fridge. The day came. I had all the stuffing made and everything was ready for the bird. When I cut the wrapping, that turkey smelled funky. I mean it smelled fowl. I had never before (or since) bought a fresh turkey so I'm not sure if that was how one SHOULD smell or not but I wasn't going to chance it. I had to throw the whole bird away.
I had to run to the store and settle for a chicken that I could defrost because it was way to late to use a frozen turkey. I always buy a frozen turkey now.
JRand said:
DR Danise isn't that always the way....someone talks when you are trying to listen....to something else.
I can be in the room with my mom for an hour and she won't have anything to say, but as soon as I close the bathroom door, she starts talking to me!
I had to laugh about the "going blind" but I have to agree with you , JRand. She does that to me all the time. "You don't listen to me!" She says but she always, always, ALWAYS picks the moment I'm trying to hear something else. When I do pay attention, she has nothing to say!