he's secretly campaigning for one.
Just now in line at the bank (thankfully the drive-through), he says,
"Last night I dreamed I could do anything. I could drive a car. I
drove my car to eat quesadillas. In line behind me there was a hot,
hot lady. And she liked me."
I, with a straight face, asked, "What do you mean 'hot'? Did she have
"No, she was beautiful," he explained.
Another day, another story,