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