I had a dream this morning that I was staying at home hotel or something where they had mats in the dining area where we did gymnastics when it wasn't time to eat. Then I remember having lunch/dinner with Lisa to discuss her wedding. I ordered a panino (from her - she was also the one making the food) and she had left pages from a steno book in my sandwich. I didn't mind because I knew she was distracted about the wedding.
She was a little stressed out about the date - she kept saying, "It's the only date we could get." She was saying it like she already knew I couldn't make it but it was January 2nd and I think I could make it, it was just not the best date ever.
The next thing I remember was Mary sitting to my right (even though Lisa and I had been facing each other at a table for two), telling me "a nanny is like a receptionist who rubs lotion on us when it's time for bed" - meaning when it was time to have sex for the people who hired the nanny. I started laughing so hard that I spit a little tomato (a bit get on Mary's arm) and could barely breathe and my throat started to hurt.
Then I woke up and immediately posted the joke on Facebook.
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