I haven't updated in a while, and this one isn't going to be very good. If there's only one universal law in the universe, it's not entropy or gravity. It's "no one cares about that weird dream you had." But, hey, this is my blog. I didn't force you at gunpoint to read it (note to self, consider this option in the future).
So anyway, I had this dream the other night that the popes came to stay at my house for the weekend. Benedict and Francis must have been doing some kind of cross country road trip or something. When the pope(s) want to crash at your place, you don't ask questions. I had been out for the evening, so when I got home they were already set up. They had brought two identical twin beds and set them up a next to each other with a nightstand in between, like Bert and Ernie. They had their night caps on and were tucked in with the sheets up to their shoulders. I didn't know the exact protocol for saying goodnight to a pope, so I tried to kiss Benedict's ring. He wasn't wearing one so we stood there awkwardly for a minute until Francis finally said "Hey, over here!" When I went to kiss his ring he pulled it back.
We all had a good laugh.
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