In last night’s dream, I was in some kind of emergency services meeting when Randy Elwell got the Holy Ghost and started preaching like a southern Baptist hell-fire and brimstone revivalist. At one point, he grabbed a box of pop tarts and started using it as an example of evil because of all the nasty ingredients inside. Then something fell apart in his sermon, and it became all about the pop tarts and he wandered off. Then some family asked me if I knew why the three cell radios (imagine a CB looking device that used the cellular network) hadn’t been installed in the town’s emergency vehicles. I said that I wasn’t allowed to make a decision as to whether to deploy them or not, but I would be happy to install them once they got the approval. It turns out they never got installed because somebody couldn’t read the note that had the code to unlock the devices to turn them on, so they had just been sitting around.
Stir fried beef and veggies with three Chunky Chips Ahoy cookies for those who will ask.