dream a little dream of frogs

Mrs. Galore was awakened by Mr. Galore sharing the following concern in his sleep the other night:

"Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Poor Al Gore."

We can only hope this doesn't prove prophetic. As we hoped with his sleep-announcement this spring:

"What happened there? It seems like that was misrepresented somehow."

That was at least more clear than his nocturnal declaration in the summer:

"Ah geez. Crap crap crap crap crap. Rotary."

And while we're on the topic, we must mention the most endearing sleep conversation of all, which happened over a year ago. Mr. Galore was napping; Mrs. Galore was reading. Mr. Galore woke up.

Mr. Galore: "Where's Mr. Frog?"
Mrs. Galore: "What?"
Mr. Galore: "Where's Mr. Frog?"
Mrs. Galore: "Who's Mr. Frog?"
Mr. Galore: "My frog friend."

Many thanks to Mr. Galore for letting me share this with 6.5 billion people.