Have you ever had those weird dreams where you’re half awake and say, “What the hell does that mean?” Well, I had one of those last night.
“Faith waters the seeds of the fertile mind,” came the answer in a deep male voice out of nowhere. It frightened the crap out of me, and I’m not horsing around about it—or maybe I was. You decide. It was enough to make me reach for the homemade whole wheat banana muffin, piling the top of it generously with peanut butter.
What was I dreaming about that would elicit such a dreadful dietary choice, you might ask? Do you really want to know? My job, which I was taking quite seriously in the dream, was giving horses enemas.
You can’t get much deeper into fertilizer than that.
In the end (excuse the pun, or don’t) I was taking my job quite seriously, hoping…
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