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Last week:

Maims and I were each expecting baby boys. Like about eight months along. I couldn't figure it out as neither one of us wants to birth forth a human and while she technically *could* conceive, I most definitely could *not*. I think I was going to name him Caleb but he died in utero while my hands were on my stomach - I 'watched' him die. I was desperately sad and soooo glad to wake up.

My second dream about the Maimster was that she put the ix-nay on the Christmas party shenanigans, saying that we (as in all of the regulars) could not be trusted to behave in front of her clients that she invites. THAT dream is a bit more likely, though still not much. How can you have a Ballard house party without any drama? Especially at the holidays? Cornhole! Dominoes!