So, I was telling my wife how sad I was that Yvette Vickers had died, all mummified and all. That night I had a dream about Leigh Taylor. We went to high school with Leigh, though neither of us had known her, or even exchanged a word with her. In the dream Leigh and I were just hanging out during the day. She was supposed to come over to my parent's house that night (in the dream we were still at Washburn) but for whatever reason I went over to HER house instead. Her family was there, but no sign of Leigh. I couldn't figure out why I would dream about Leigh Taylor. I didn't know her at all, and hadn't thought of her since graduation, which was way back in 1972. All I knew of Leigh was that she was a great big girl, well shaped but tall and just ... big. She also seemed to favor ski sweaters, as I recall.
I told Veneta about the dream, and she puzzled on it for a bit, and then came up with the answer as to why I had dreamed about Leigh Taylor. It was all tied into mourning Yvette Vickers, who starred in ATTACK OF THE 50 FOOT WOMAN. Duh. Some long damaged atom of my brain had stored the fact that Leigh Taylor was a really big girl, and had retrieved that item to somehow symbolize my grief over Yvette's passing. Veneta figured it out. She usually does.
Once I asked her what her IQ was. She told me what it was, and it was really high. #&%. She asked me what mine was. I didn't hesitate, and replied "#&% ... and one half". I came to about ten minutes later, and my jaw was really frigging sore. Always try to marry a smart woman, but never, ever forget to duck.
#&% you.
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