The Scotto Grotto (org)

Dreams last night.

For some reason the Jeffersons were the first family. (Not Thomas, the TV couple, George and Weezy.) I worked as a special attache to them, and I dealt with it ok, even though the President kept calling me “Honky Hippie”, and “Jive Turkey”. It was a good job, regardless, because Mrs Jefferson was constantly bringing me homemade cookies and making fun of George. I woke up actually smelling tollhouse. So… who wants to give me a cushy gov’t job with baked goods as a perq?

I hired a bunch of people I know as assistants….my sweetie as webmaster, as the press conference guy. It sort of felt like an episode of spin city. I do remember that I wasn’t obliged to wear a collar and tie, which was quite nice, too.