Drink some tar with those feathers. hehehehe
I lean over the edge of the bed and pick up the pillow I had thrown around during the dream.
That was one of my grandmother's favorite lines. I thought is was lame-o then and still is. But no harm, no foul.
Get an enema!
Take a newspaper and head for the bog.
*steal BFs pillow and goes back to sleep*
buy a bottle of milk of magnesia and wait for the inevitable....