WITH VISIONS OF POPEYE DANCING IN MY HEAD...

SO LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM...

FIRST OFF IT TOOK PLACE IN MY GRAMMA'S HOUSE (BUT NOT HER HOUSE IN REALITY). THE HOUSE WAS LIKE ONE OF THOSE LARGE SOUTHERN HOUSES YOU'D FIND ON A PLANTATION, BIG & WHITE WITH VERY LARGE WINDOWS. YOU COULD SEE INTO THE BACK WINDOW WHICH WAS THE KITCHEN/DINING ROOM. THE INSIDE OF THE HOUSE LOOKED VERY BRIGHT & VIVID FROM OUTSIDE.

AT FIRST I WAS DRIVING AROUND IN MY OLD 89' FORD ESCORT WITH MY SON IN A CAR SEAT. WE DRIVE TO THE BACK OF THE HOUSE AND PARKED UNDER A WEEPING WILLOW REAL QUICK AND THEN I TURNED TO LUCAS AN SAID, "NAH! WE'VE BEEN HERE ALITTLE WHILE AGO. LET'S JUST GO BEFORE THEY SEE US"

SUDDENLY IM INSIDE THE HOUSE AND IT'S MY SISTER'S BIRTHDAY. I DECIDE TO MAKE HER A 2FT X 3FT GINGERBREAD CAKE OF POPEYE & OLIVE OIL. I SEPARATED POPEYE FROM OLIVE OIL, COOKED HIM GOOD & BURNT AND DECORATED HIM WITH FROSTING TO LOOK LIKE THE REAL CARTOON.

BUT MY SISTER IS SOMEHOW KIDNAPPED, SO I CAME TO THE CONCLUSION THAT THE BEST WAY TO GET HER BACK WOULD BE TO MAKE A ROCKETSHIP OF GINGERBREAD TO FLY IN. THE SHIP SUDDENLY IS DONE (NO SURPRISE).

MY SISTER IS ALSO SUDDENLY BACK (APPARENTLY MY SUBCONSCIOUS DECIDED THAT THE RESCUING PART WASN'T IMPORTANT).

BUT I GET REAL PISSED BECAUSE WHILE I WAS GONE, MY FAMILY DECIDED TO EAT HALF THE GINGERBREAD AND THROW THE REST AWAY...

I HATE GINGERBREAD!