“I’ve always had quite a major problem with Insomnia,” Bubbele told Querida Mia. “Even at my very best,” he went on, “I’ve been prone toward waking up several times nightly, then going back to sleep. Often I can remember my dreams, which tend to be quite offbeat.”
Querida Mia, dumbfounded, gave him quite a smirk, as they sat casually in their Basement. “I find it rather difficult to believe,” she complained, “that your supposed problem is all that impossible to handle.”
“Oh really?” he complained. “Is that so? Well, in that case, perchance you’d like me to explain to you just exactly what kinds of insights I’ve come up with lately by my having meditated for three hours at a time, in the middle of the night, on the fact that ‘Meringue” rhymes with ‘harangue.'”
Here’s me latest attempt at the Three Things Challenge. The words for this one are: insomnia, meringue, basement.
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Donna’s speech was good, but it wasn’t as interesting as being twenty years old, seeing the real Ramones. They were my fellow squares from Queens.
My wife’s dream was to always have twins but that dream never came to pass, instead God gave us 4 kids. My wife’s dream stopped not when we had 4 kids but after having coming to the church we currently serve at where we’ve observed not 1; not 2; not 3; not 4 but 5 families with twins, including another family with triplets. I’ve never met so many twins in my entire life until I began serving at this church I currently pastor at. We never realized how hard it would be to raise two identical children at the same time until seeing these parents raise them and so to my relief my wife’s dream was quickly dispelled. But I was surprised by more than just the number of twins at our church, I was surprised to learn that we have identical twins where one identifies as a bisexual and…
