Job 33:28
Tuesday, June 30, 2026
a pack, a package?
I dreamed I was delivering packages. My next stop was a door guarded by a pack? /package? Let's go with a package of weenie dogs. They were menacing me with their tiny sharp teeth, their bitty 3-inch legs, and their adorable velvety floppy ears. I was feeling brave, so I just walked up there big as life, and they attacked with German precision. That, of course, freaked me out, so I lifted my foot for a great kick! I woke up with my leg in the air and my husband asking why I kicked him. I mumbled something about attack weenies, rolled over, and went back to sleep.
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