Monday, January 24, 2011
Last night at 10 pm Bompa asked me to help him take a shower (which I am happy to do but not at 10 pm on a Sunday without a really good reason), because he was sweaty from the baseball game he just finished pitching. I asked "was a good game? and he said "it was a no hitter and that I scored the only run." I kinda laughed at that and said "wow that was some dream you had." He said he wasn't dreaming but I reminded him about the foot of snow still on the ground and he scratched his head and said "well I might have been dreaming." Then he held out his hand to me and asked "did you read the note?" I said "no I haven't read the note." He said "well you have to fold it up like this and he made the motions, then you cut it into small pieces, but while you are cutting you have to put a $ 5 bill in your mouth and chew on it until it's good and wet. Then you have to soak it in goats milk. Then you get a cake pan or a pie plate and hold it under your chin while you pour the goat's milk onto your head. Whatever runs down into the pan you have to drink. " I said "ok, but what does that have to do with the note?" He says "what note?"