Last night I had an elaborate dream that I met Heather Armstrong. We hung out with her daughter, and went to her mother's house. In my dream, her mom had 14 dogs. Which I thought was a little excessive, but I didn't say anything. In the end, we had dinner with her parents and I somehow offended them. Then Heather and her husband swung away like Tarzan on downed power lines.
Yeah. So.
Right.
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