The other night, I woke myself up laughing.  I laughed so hard I couldn't stop and I woke up Jay, too.  I went into the bathroom and laughed deep, gut wrenching laughter as quietly as I could.

I've had dreams before that struck me as so funny I woke myself laughing but most of the time when I'm awake and remember them, they aren't funny.  They're not even so stupid they're funny, they're usually just stupid.

In this one, I was reading a Winnie the Pooh story about Thanksgiving, and then I was in the story.  Eeyore, Piglet and I were in the kitchen, getting ready to serve the food when we realized who ever was supposed to bring the mashed potatoes had brought yams instead.

The three of us freaked out.  "Yams?  Yams? Who wants yams?  What kind of a person brings yams when they're supposed to bring mashed potatoes?  What are we supposed to do with these?  Nobody wants to eat them; look at 'em; all orange and nasty!"

We decided to dump the yams in the garbage, leaving only enough for whoever brought them.

As we walked back out to the dining room, Eeyore said in his gloomy voice; "Thank goodness we can get through Thanksgiving without trying anything new, like yams or cannibalism!"

That's when I woke myself up, laughing.

 

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