| from |  Brittany |
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| to | Andy |
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| date | March 23, 2009 at 9:20 AM |
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I had a dream last night DON’T ERASE THIS YET KEEP READING that we owned a B&B- and the house was made of candy, like Hansel and Gretel. So when I woke up this morning, I still thought it was the best idea ever, plus I told Jude about it, and he was pretty psyched, so I started pricing land and flour, and then my mom called and I told her we should do it because nobody ever did it before, and she started lecturing me on mold and flies and it’s like WHAT THE FUCK JULIE, THIS IS WHY DREW BARRYMORE DIVORCED HER PARENTS IN THAT MOVIE.
The point of this is- now that I have decided to not build the candy house- I am so not going to tell Jude he can never build candy houses, even if it means his entire clientel dies of food poisoning and whatever diseases flies carry because my friend Laura is going to law school and we should be fine-legally speaking.
mmmkay?
In my head I send clever things like this to my husband but I don’t know if my brilliance makes its way out as I intend it to.
For now, I live vicariously through this email.
I still want lickable wallpaper. I saw a guy licking the wall of the subway once, and I thought, “must taste like snozzberries.”
I haven’t decided whether Brittany’s mind is fascinating or frightening. Both at the same time, perhaps?
I love that Drew Barrymore movie!!! It used to come on Saturday afternoons. That and Troop Beverly Hills. I used to lay around watching those movies and eating pudding pops. PUDDING POPS!!! Sigh – I would make a candy house with you.