Dreams are so darn weird. I can't imagine why this mug appeared in my dream last night, because it's something I hadn't thought of in...well, I really can't say. Since Brian was a small child? And in my dream I was picking things up in the hallway, and one of the things I picked up was this silly mug. Remember this, Mark, Kevin, Brian? I checked it out on ebay, and it sells for $2.00, so if we still had it, we couldn't have cashed it in for big bucks. It was a Nestle's promotion that I sent away for, I believe. And it looked exactly, exactly, exactly like this in my dream.
