The other morning, I dreamed that Abby was coming over for our usual Thursday morning workout. She came in to the huge glass-fronted entryway of the house TCB and I had in the dream, put down her stuff as Angus tried to lick her, and said, “You know what sucks? The brunge.”
Then I woke up and realized that I’d overslept, and Abby was waiting in the driveway for our usual Thursday morning workout. She didn’t know what “brunge” was, either.