The unicorn-jousting was going splendidly

The unicorn-jousting was going splendidly until I awoke with my knees against the ceiling

hanging by a system of pulleys above my hospital bed. Now you might think after a jousting injury most vets would say shoot the unicorn,but I had a particulary long horn so my owne

rs manual told me that my particular Unicorn ate Mike 'n Ikes. And no matter how much I broke out in hives around the candy, I needed so that the Unicorn could

confide in me. If he finally trusted me enough, the way past the rainbow bridge would be open. I needed to talk to Oden and, dammit! I needed that quadruped! My hand was blistered

in Valhalla. As we got closer to the end of this journey and the start of another a sickening anxiety crawled up my spine. What will I say, What shall I do, thats when I knew

I had to call my dad for advice. He always knew just what to say when I felt sick and anxious. I tried him on his cell, but... OK. I'll have to do this on my own. I girded my

girdle and started. If I was going to have the roast rib of beef with all the trimmings on the table AT THE SAME TIME, when should I start to boil the sprouts? And gravy - if I'm

hosting this vegan dinner, I need help. Oh crap, vegans don't eat what? Who doesn't eat meat or eggs? Now my dinner party was going to be a complete flop. I looked in the kitchen 4

something anything - hmmm, in my defense I did find out last minute it was vegan and the only thing green we had was weed, but man was that one unforgettable dinner party!