waking up

I dreamed I was driving a moving van across an insufficiently frozen lake. Thanks, subconscious! That was subtle and fabulous! And then I woke up (at 5:30) because someone was singing "Nottingham Ale" boisterously and with great good cheer. As my brain woke up, I realized it was my own subconscious.

Just not fair. The songs in one's head should not be loud enough to wake one up. And if they are, they shouldn't be happy about it.

Stinky holidays

In line at the PO today, I heard a four-year-old singing the following carol:
"Jingle bells, an'mals smell, Je-e-sus was born.
A ghost pulled down his underpants and laid a robin's e-egg.
Jingle bells, Jesus smells--"
And that, for some reason, was where his momma distracted him.

I was really curious about where the theology was going on that one.