lunch with sister #3 was absolutely hilarious today. she had me laughing so hard tears were streaming down my face. she told me about a dream she had:

“i had this dream about you. you brought a boy home for christmas. the family was stunned, because it was a monkey.
“you walked into christmas all happy, carrying the monkey on your hip. we didn’t know what to say. we were just so shocked.
‘umm, jodi he’s a monkey,’ i said.
‘i know, but he’s a very intelligent monkey,’ you said.
‘how did you meet him?’ i asked.
‘through i will dare,’ you said.
‘he can type?’
‘i told you he was a very smart monkey!’
“you were so in love that we just didn’t know what to say. you were all pissed off at us because we were so upset that you were in love with a monkey. you acted all above the whole mess and like we were racist or something because we couldn’t understand how you could love a monkey.”

oh course, by this time i was crying from laughing so hard. i could barely breathe and the people in the surrounding booths were looking at me funny.

“what kind of monkey was it?”
“a chimpanzee.”
“did it have on clothes?”
“nope, just a naked monkey.”
“i wonder what this means?”
“i looked it up in my dream book and monkeys mean playful and fun. i don’t know what to think.”
“i promise never to fall in love with a monkey.”
“even a smart one?”
“yes.”
“good.”