AMAZING! (MAYBE NOT!)

(Skip the next item if you are bored with me relating my strange and silly dreams.)

Social Security Dream

My late wife and I loved working at the Social Security Administration (SSA) in Woodlawn, Maryland. We both knew that our work was helping citizens to live a long healthful life.  So that is the background for last night's dream:

My wife and I built a home connected to SSA via a long bridge.  The house was filled with books like that in "The Bridge" movie.

As we were entering the new house, we were accosted by our friends and coworkers all yelling "Hey, Joe Vaughan" and as we opened the front door, we saw that we had visitors.  All of the members of "The Joe Vaughan Fan Club." (Yes, there is such a group.)

The members had brought along their spouses, girl- and boy-friends, children, grandparents, great grandparents, siblings, aunts and uncles.  Spread out before this multitude was a giant repast of the largest steamed crabs ever known in the civilized world. (A promised benefit for those fans.)

This large group of people scared me, and I became tongue-tied, (moi?) but Elaine helped me out by delivering Lincoln's Gettysburg Address, to great applause.

I woke up laughing.  

It's funny, but I addressed everyone I worked with by name, even some folks whose names I thought I had forgotten.

The brain is like a super-computer.  A giant repository of every human or non-human experience you have ever had.  At least, that is what I believe.

(repository = a place where things are or may be stored.)

Language Course Information

Professor McWhorter tells of a time when these words were pronounced like laughter: 

slaughter

daughter

He also mentions a word that the Queen doesn't like:

gavelkind = A system of inheritance in which a deceased person's land is divided equally among all male heirs. 

Male Scent

This afternoon I went to a podiatrist to get declawed.  I had taken a shower and thought that I smelled like "Irish Spring."  

However it was suggested that I spritz after-shave on my jowls to make sure.  I wouldn't want to "gross out" the good doctor.   It worked out well,  The doctor remarked that I "smelled good."

Unfortunately, that smell is lingering and it reminds me of the sickish sweet-smelling stuff that high-school girls used to bathe in before school. Yuk!

Well, this blog entry is a good example of what to say when you don't have anything interesting to say.

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