Noooooooo! Not My Precious Yeti Suit!

Date: 5/15/2017

I was in bed with my (hippie) friend Laura. I'm not sure what we were doing in bed together (did we sleep together?) but there we were, smoking cigarettes and chatting together. She was going on about some jewellery she had left here, last time she stayed (was this a regular arrangement?) Sure enough, there were a pile of mood rings on the side. As we continued to talk, my teeth felt funny. I ran my tongue along the inside of my mouth to find that they were missing on the right side of my mouth. There was some sort of denture in place, that was very loose. So loose, it could have dropped out at any minute. I was hoping it wouldn't. I didn't want to expose the fact that I had missing teeth (at the tender age of 30!!!) I couldn't even remember how I lost said teeth, and I was very disturbed by this. Next scene; I was with this overweight guy who is a friend of a friend. I offered him a biscuit. There were loads to choose from - bourbons, custard creams, digestives... but he was offended at my offering and walked off in a strop. Next scene; I had a brand new dressing-gown on. It was pink and far more flattering than my usual 'yeti' suit as my husband calls it (it may be hideous, but it's damn comfy!) As I looked in the mirror, I had a horrible thought... maybe my husband has burnt my precious yeti dressing-gown. I raised my arms in the air and yelled "Nooooooooooooo!"