Saturday, April 18, 2009

Saturday Morning

I had a dream last night that Plummer sent an e-mail out asking why we didn't turn in our final memoirs on time. (FYI, I told my friend about our "final memoirs" and she said it sounds like we're all dying.) In his e-mail, good ole' Plummer agreed to secretly meet us today for a fee of $100 and he would accept the papers. He called it a "blackmail rendezvous," although I'm not entirely sure what that means. Then again, my dreams tend to not make sense. The next scene involved an elephant charging through town and completely destroying the French Bastille Day parade. C'est la vie.
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  1. KristenApril 24, 2009 at 8:05 AM

    Oh my goodness. That is too funny.

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  2. LauraApril 30, 2009 at 10:45 AM

    Oh wow... but you know, I can kind of picture it. Professor Tom Plummer would do that. I know it. He would take our papers late for $100. And he would call it a "blackmail rendezvous" for no apparent reason. And we'd pay the $100 just to get together in that classroom again.

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