Clown school in Singapore

Last week I had an odd dream: Todd had decided that he would accompany a friend to Singapore where they would attend clown school together. One of the main reasons he was going was that there was a special airfare, so long as the return date wasn't for 3 months. So, that was Todd's plan: He would go to Singapore for 3 months and learn to be a clown. I was not invited. Rather, it was expected that I would just pay the rent for 3 months with my nonexistent salary and generally hold down the fort.

I tried to remind Todd that he didn't even like clowns and that they are actually quite scary. But no, he was determined. And I was pissed. I woke up ready to both kick him and cry, but before I did either I realized it was a dream. And I'm sure Todd appreciated this, especially with the kicking.

In other news, we leave for Peru next Thursday. That's just over a week, in case you don't know what day it is. We will not be attending clown school there.