So this mystery AWESOME person cobagitated onto Three Bulls! some cool new headers for our page, and one of the headers had the lovely and talented MB-B on it. Of course nothing could be more 3B than MB-B. But what did I proceed to do last night? Dream about MB-B. I can’t give tons of details because another person in the dream I work with, and since outing of Pinko Punko is an omnipresent possibility, I can’t dish on work cobaggery, but here is the dream:
I had to babysit these three kids, a girl and a boy and some non-descript baby. Nothing really happened. Then the parents got home. The parents were MB-B (radiant and youthful) and this person I work with. A person who may be described as X,Y, and Z. Let’s just say he doesn’t know karate in the same was that James Brown doesn’t. And they hated each other. She was the responsible one, and he was kind of the messed up one. She still totally had to bust his hump when they came home, and they were totally yelling at ech other, but then she said “would you just shut up for one second so I can pay the babysitter?” to him, and then she turned to me and said “I’m so sorry for all of this. I hope the children were good for you.” And I was thinking, lady, you gotta lose his guy. The kids were upset that their parents were fighting and the baby started to cry and I was “I just gotta get out of here.” Deep down I was excited to have met young Meredith Baxter-Birney, though.