My doorbell rang, waking me up. I've had a killer migraine all day and was hoping a nap would fix it. My sister was standing there looking like death. "You've got that werewolf movie with Jack Nicholson right?"
Me-:"Yeah. Give me a minute to find it." I started hunting through my movies.
Sister-:"Can I borrow Witches of Eastwick too?" I handed the first one to her while I looked for the second one. "You look like I feel, what's going on?"
Me-:"Migraine, was sleeping. Had the craziest dream."
Me-:"I was in the parking lot at the old blockbuster building, killing zombies with a broken pencil, and wrestlers Mikey Whipwreck and Jimmy Jacobs were standing there, with a disco ball hanging over them. And for each zombie I managed to kill, I got a plastic coat hanger for killing vampires with. Only the vampires never showed up." I handed her the other dvd.
Sister-:"You watch way too many movies." she started to laugh. "Killing vampires with plastic coat hangers. That's like...only you would come up with that one."
Me-:"I'm a legend in my own lunchtime. Make more sense if you told me I watch too much wrestling."
Sister-:"Well, that's a given. Okay, mom's in the truck we just got back from the border. Drop her off now and go pick up the kids from football." she was still laughing as she left.