It was evidently a good week for Mace dreams. First, in my sleep, I drove to Portland in a car made of a mattress (seriously, pretty much a mattress with wheels and a steering wheel) to housesit for my friends Bob and Irina, but when I finally got there (after sliding backwards down some steep hills while kids on skateboards laughed at me), they decided not to go on their trip to Sweden because there was no snow there. Yep.
This weekend, the following interchange took place (I have no recollection of this):
Me: Uh Oh
T: What’s wrong, honey?
M: I’m worried that during all these costume changes, someone’s going to get hurt.
T: What’s your favorite costume?
M: (giggling) When we’re naked.
T: Well, I’m sure everyone will be fine.
M: Well okay then.








