I had the craziest dream last night (3/16/17). Somehow, Andrea and I were still friends, and I was going up to Boston (God only knows why) for a trip. Walking along the beach, we saw some whales in the ocean. I guess I told Andrea about it, and she wanted a baby whale. Well....
What I brought home was more like a baby elephant without a trunk. It had a fish-kind-of-face. I can't describe it, but it was cute as shit! So, we get the thing home, and sure enough, I fell in love with it. Andrea was NOT getting this little baby-whatever.
She came over to get it, but I was in her house not mine..... STRANGE!
Oh, we fought over this little darling. I had the baby-thing in my arms, and she was chasing me around the house trying to get it.
A cop showed up, and we both scattered, leaving the baby-thing on the couch. I told the officer I had to check something in the oven, and Andrea said she had to use the bathroom.
That's it. That's all I remember. CRAZY, eh? Maybe I dreamt it because Rick and I somehow got on the topic of her, and maybe because today is her birthday. But whatever. I might miss her one day out of every six months. To me, that's not a friendship worth fighting for. I didn't want a friendship with her anyway, after she basically said she didn't want to be my friend anymore, because we no longer had anything in common. That still cracks me up. What a drama-queen weirdo.