My dreams have been infinitely more interesting lately than life, so here's a quote from last night's dream:
"If that's cranberry sauce, please get it away because I will swim in that shit!" --spoken by me to, I think, a toddler inside my car.
(I don't have a toddler, and I am not particularly fond of cranberry sauce, and I certainly wouldn't swim in it, and I wouldn't say the word shit to a toddler. Just for record.)

I think I am just ready for it to be Thanksgiving or something. And I think I am ready to start talking to toddlers like they are sitting next to me on a barstool in some dive bar.