Act II Finale, Part 1:
Act II Finale, Part 2:
Fate prest, o cari amici:
She’s a happy homemaker from Sunnyvale who plays the oboe. Welcome, Courtney Mortimer!
I crack up nearly every time I hear this. Too funny. I think the ad is for the lottery here in California, but I’ll have to hear it again to verify that.
Sunnyvale isn’t that far away from us. I looked up the woman’s name thinking maybe she was even real. I’m that gullible. No luck finding anyone with the name, though.
Donne mie, la fate a tanti:
Okay … SHORT dream this time, since I can barely remember it:
Jameson (and again he was younger than he is now) had a cobra in some sort of holder hanging from the wall. The holder was more like an envelope, actually. The cobra was rather small, although wider than I would think a small one would be. I freaked out, but then I was told — I think by some scientist although this is all very sketchy — “It doesn’t become dangerous until it starts playing the trombone.”
Right.
Later Jameson had a poisonous spider. It, too, wasn’t yet dangerous, although I don’t recall what it’s danger sign was.
Yes. I have strange dreams.
