Last night I had the strangest dream.

I have to put this in dream form, because people die when I go on vacation, or hear that I went on vacation. Case in point: John Hughes. Apparently, he could read pig latin. Here I thought I was being all clever. Fooling the celebrities, and sick persons of the world.
So while I was "busy" doing "laundry" this week, I rested my head on a pile of clothes, and promptly fell asleep.
(Seriously, have you ever done that? What? No? Oh yeah, me either.)
I had a dream I went to Utah with my family in a minivan.(As if!)