Last night, I dreamt that I was selling Girl Scout cookies at local independent music stores for Maddie. On the way to one of the stores, we stopped by an aquarium, where we (by "we" I mean Tracey is included in this one), in order to exit the aquarium, had to swim through an enormous tank full of sea turtles. Some turtles had died and were propped, rather unnaturally, into the sandy bottom of the tank, their asses buried into the sand and their heads looking up toward the surface of the water in some strangely existential pose, as though they were looking up to where they should have been, in heaven. On my journey, I swam under a few turtles who were wading above me, one of whom took an enormous dump that floated down right into my face, so that when we got to the next music store for the selling of our Carmel Delights, when it was time to set up our table for the wares, I was busy in the bathroom wiping stinky turtle poop out of my eyebrows.
Thus, I am sentenced to forever henceforth associate Girl Scout cookies with turtle dung.
Why, God. Why.
Posted by stephanie at September 19, 2005 10:23 AM