I Even Dream About This...

I took a nap this evening cause I'm gonna be pulling an "alnighter" on a project. While asleep I dreampt my parents were still alive. I found the potting soil bag I used screw and pretend was a girl named Julie when in high school. (My mom was apparently like this: She'd buy something and never get around to using)... So I was going around the house with this trying to find a place to knock up the bag again for "old times sake" (20th anniversary of os or whatever, LOL!). Modernly I don't pretend objects are women anymore. I've evolved to the point where love them for the qualities they themselves actually have... Back in high school I'd stare at the word "beauty" on her while I did her. I'm sure she has other redeeming quality. Bags are very enjoyable when full because of a shape similar to a human torso if nothing else...