Dreams

Apparently pregnant women dream more than normal people. While normally my dreams are not interesting enough tell you all, I had to make an exception since this one involved a large number of my readers and was exceptionally bizarre.

M, cfa, jcampbell, B, and I are all sitting in Chilli's in Washington, DC (where we all apparently now live) discussing what cfa is going to do next year. Somewhere in the midst of this conversation M tries to convince cfa that before she leaves MHS, she needs to pass out M's leftover Obama stickers as prizes. After a lenghty discussion about whether or not stickers are appropriate for highschoolers*, cfa casually says, "I really think it might be weird since the Obama girls are coming to MHS next year and they might think that stickers are weird."

B asks cfa why she is leaving the same year that the Obama girls are coming. Cfa says "it's too much paperwork."

While M and I try and convince cfa that she must stay at MHS, jcampbell stops texting, causually looks up and says "have you thought about applying for the secret service job. They are required to have a least one agent that is certified in education."

Cfa then gives up her day job as an English teacher to become the secret service education liason.

*To clarify this conversation had nothing to do with the political content of the stickers, but was strickly about the age appropriateness of stickers in general.