A Dream of Caterpillars
I had a dream about caterpillars, a fuzzy warm dream, and I woke up in the morning with hair growing between my toes. Finally, a chance to use the Nair I bought on sale at Bi-Mart.
I’m always thinking ahead, stocking up – twenty boxes of three-ply snot tissue, fifty disposable shaving razors, ten to a cellophane pack, sixteen gallons of ice cream in the freezer, a drawer full of ballpoint pens and five boxes of reamed typing paper, ten reams to a box, 500 sheets per ream. A half dozen black ink-jet print cartridges and 23 bottles of white-out. Did I mention the Easter baskets and bags full of Christmas-tree ornaments?
I’ve got six boxes of Tampons in the cabinet over the toilet in the bathroom, even though it’s been a long time since a woman’s come ’round to stay, but you never know, just look at the Nair, who could have foreseen that dream, the hair growing between my toes?
I’m pretty much ready for anything.