Last night I had a dream that we were visiting Sir Monkeypants’ sister and her husband in Toronto. I told my brother-in-law that there was an awesome store near our house in Ottawa called Party Mart. He said that there was a Party Mart right near their house too, and that it must be a chain. Then I said that no, the one in Ottawa was the original store, and when the one in Toronto opened up, the Ottawa location sued and made the Toronto store change its name. My brother-in-law said that the Toronto store’s sign still said “Party Mart” and I said that no, if you look carefully, they added an “H” so that now it said “Pharty Mart.”

I don’t think this is a comment on my psyche so much as a message from my brain to not eat too many fresh vegetables before bed.