Foodmare and the -ly word…

I had a ~~dream~~ foodmare in the wee hours of the morning. You know. The kind of dream you have when you have a late night food indulgence. In this case, yeah, it was a blueberry-lemon-yogurt dream.

I dreamt the words dogly, sensely, and victimly and had to use them in a sentence. I spent the pre-awakening time on this quest, and I woke up this morning with brain freeze.

Freaking exhausting.

Frankly, I would expect to have a dream like that after scarfing a spicy fish taco or a cold slice of Pizza Hut Meat Lovers.

I may have a brain freeze for the rest of the day. Unh.

While you’re pondering that word worm, this came in the mail on Friday…