I had a dream last night that I was in Papa John's and I was looking through a bushel of apples and they were all flipping me off. So I didn't want to eat any. But I wasn't angry, because they were so cute.

This dream is very strange...not because there was a bushel of apples in the Papa John's, and not because apples were happily flipping me off. The weirdest part is that I have celiac disease and would never step into a Papa John's if I could help it. However, that does explain my need for an apple.

That is my story.