The Franks' household is turning into the walking dead. Something unexplained and evil is gripping us during our sleeping hours. And I don't like it. Not one little bit.
I can't even begin to explain Darby's strange dreams this week. The poor girl is in middle school and gets enough daily drama without having to deal with her nightly dramas in her dreams.
My dreams have been real winners, too. Nightmares and/or bizarre dreams have been plaguing me this week. I go from being robbed and running for my life to having a date with Jimmy Fallon where he is everything but his usual adorable self. And then I have the nightmare about getting those hideous toenails that are thick and yellow and performing surgery on myself, only to find that underneath it all my toenails are really dill pickles, the round kind you get at Chic-Fil-A.
Scott has not been getting any sleep, either. This is because of the poltergeist in our home. In the middle of the night, our lamps mysteriously turn themselves on, one at a time. Just the bedside lamps, but still very freaky. He turns one off, only to have the other lamp turn itself on. He turns the second lamp off, then the first lamp turns itself on. This has happened two nights in a row, at the same time each night. When he finally dozes off, he dreams about being on a public transit bus, riding aimlessly around Atlanta, where some weird guy is snoring and Scott can't fall asleep.
And now it seems some strange being has possessed the vacuum cleaner, the camera, the computer, and the refridgerator. All of these things are on the fritz - at the same time as the lamps. I smell a conspiracy.
Due to these strange events and our significant lack of sleep this week, I have decided that we are more than qualified for an audition with "The Walking Dead." I love to see the Atlanta locations on that show. And we could use a few extra bucks. Going to the Zombie School here in town is not even necessary for us - we are already in good form, black eye circles and all.
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