Sunday, August 30, 2009

"You're under arrest, you little squirt!"

I remember only one detail from the dream I had last night: a TV spinoff called "Eddie Haskell, F.B.I." (and I can't say how much my own blogger name influenced this).

"Good morning, Mrs. Cleaver. I'm afraid young Theodore has been running a baseball card counterfeiting operation out of his treehouse."

1 comment:

Mike said...

I'm wondering if the twilight zone hours of new babyness have sent you into a 1950s sitcom time warp?