Stan and I were with some other people--I don't know who--and Stan said he had to get back home because he had to take some things out of the trash. I asked him what he needed to get out of the trash, and he looked very sheepish and he confessed that he had "thrown the cribbage boards away." IRL, we have one cribbage board that is Stan's. My parents have one that is similar, but they still have it, not me. But in the dream, there were two cribbage boards. And Stan threw both of them away. Without asking me. Why the hell would you throw away a wooden cribbage board? Granted, we never have time for games anymore, but still...maybe some day when we're old and decrepit, that's all we'll want to do. So I let him have it. I reamed him a new one in front of these people who I didn't know, telling him never, ever throw away anything again without asking me if I want it. He looked really embarrassed for what he did. Then I was looking at the cribbage boards, trying to figure out which pegs belonged to which board. The pegs didn't fit in the holes very well.
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Although completely unrelated, I somehow see this dream as symbolic for something that happened the other day. Stan told me his supervisor was disappointed because his wife really liked Palin (his supervisor, like us, are Obama supporters). I asked Stan if he told his boss that his wife (meaning me) couldn't stand Palin from day one. No he didn't. He didn't say anything about me. But isn't that what you do if you're in a conversation about a wife's politics, (especially if it's your boss), you say, "well fortunately, my wife doesn't like her," or "well, fortunately my wife and I are pretty much in sync when it comes to poltiics?" Not to make your boss feel bad, but to make yourself look good? So your boss doesn't think you also married a moron? Or so that he doesn't think all women don't care that a potential veep doesn't know Africa is a continent, not a country?
I just wish Stan would've mentioned it is all. It's not that big a deal, certainly not as big a deal as throwing away cribbage boards without asking me, but still.
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I'll tell Greg how lucky I am to have a wife who understands how shallow Paylin is and that I feel sorry for him because his wife likes her.
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