Last night, I dreamed that I was in a restaurant called "Mom's Cooking" or something like that, eating Matzo ball soup. All of a sudden. Cali approaches me and tells me that she's a realtor in one of the towns we are looking at, and tries to convince me that it's reasonable to pay $969,000 for a 4 bdrm/2.5 bath house that we'll have to gut because it's such a desirable area. Thanks a lot, Cali.
Anyway, then I tell her that I think we're going to focus on another area because it's less astronomically priced and the commute is just as good. Apparently, Amanda Peet is also eating soup in this place and overhears our conversation. She comes over just to challenge me and says, "There's no way you can get to the city from there in an hour. YOU'RE LYING!". WTF, Amanda Peet?
Then I woke up.
Re: My dream last night
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