What is it about me and dreams about junk food? No, Travis, I am NOT pregnant. But I did have a dream about Munchos. Do you guys know Munchos? Man, they're good. They're the only chip I remember being in our house when I was younger and we lived in California. And then we moved to Utah. Munchos are hard to come by in Utah. Dad found a gas station somewhere that sells them, so he buys three or four bags at a time and then hides them in a top secret hiding place in the kitchen cabinet where the salad bowls and platters are. Well, I guess its not that top secret.Anyway. The dream. I dreamt I was with Brad and we were going to a party, or an open house, or something in our old hood down by Brighton High School. It was at this huge house and there were all these people milling through. We wandered down this curving staircase and ended up alone in a basement where there was a vending machine. It was weird. But we were so happy because the vending machine had Munchos in it. Only, they weren't the Munchos we're used to. They were orange, like Cheetos, and cone-shaped, like Bugles. But still in that shiny orange/gold bag that screams deliciousness. And still salty and potato-y and delicious. Mmm.
2 comments:
At least you are not dreaming about killing people and cutting up their bodies and and putting them in black plastic trash bags and the police coming to your door because you also emptied your wastebasket into the bag with the head.
Well....I can't top Weber's comment. That was pure awesomness. But I am pretty sure that Cheeto-style Bugles is a billion-dollar idea...I would SO buy that.
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