Husband: These migraine prevention drugs are giving me really really bizarre dreams.
Me: Like what?
H: Last night I had one that was a Christmas musical.
M: A Christmas musical???
H: Yeah, you know… like Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
M: Like the animated Burl Ives one?
H: Yeah, except the people I know were the characters and we were all singing this song… but I can’t exactly remember the words.
M: That’s probably best. Was I Herbie?
H: No, no… we were all ourselves… just with big giant heads on little tiny clay bodies.
M: Oh, dang. I was sure my Dad would have been Yukon Cornelius. And I was Herbie.
H: Nope. But you still had big boobies…. big lovely claymation boobies.