I haven’t shared any of my stupendously fabulous dreams lately. Oh the joys of sleeping.
The other day I dreamed Pete and I were in a debate club. We had to debate whether or not it was right for a landlord of an apartment complex to charge it’s tenants for plumbing repairs (?!?!?)
I recall feeling very nervous, but I thought my position out thoroughly. Pete said, “I am so excited to get to debate you!” I remember looking at him funny.
I took a deep breath and said:
“I feel that in this tough economic landscape, it is well within the right of the landlord to cover costs and charge tenants for repairs.” I felt like I’d come up with a cure for cancer.
The moderator looked at me and said, “wow, that was fantastic. And by the way, I am a big fan of your blog, The Final Word.” (?!?!?!)
Last thing I remember, a whole bunch of hands were up, everyone wanted to counter my debate!
Crazy stuff, man.
