Last night I had an unpleasant reoccuring dream.
It’s Christmas Eve night and I’m at my parents’ house. But I have not bought one present.
This version of the dream had me frantically checking through my own existing belongings to see what could be gifted to people, running through alternate ideas such as making vouchers or cooking presents. And generally achieving Defcon 5 panic status.
Anyway:
Kermit the Frog: If you please Mr. Scrooge, it’s gotten colder and the bookkeeping staff would like an extra shovel full of coal for the fire.
Rat #1: All of your pens have turned to inkcicles.
Rat #2: Our assets are frozen.
Ebenezer Scrooge: How would the bookkeeping staff like to be suddenly… UNEMPLOYED?
Rats: [singing] HEAT WAVE. This is my island in the sun.
Filed under: Christmas, Films, Guilt, Irrational Fear

This film has only confirmed my suspicion that dogs are scary in the extreme.