...it's rather confusing.
I had strange dreams last night that I attribute to watching Bones on Netflix and then reading THIS article about the Powells. (Rated NFM- Not for Mama--just heads up Mom) I can watch shows like Bones based on my belief that reality wouldn't be THAT perverted. Then hearing about the Powell family brings reality back in. Sick and twisted.
Luckily my dreams were not sick and twisted--just weird.
My great uncle Ron was interviewed on TV about the northern third of California that burned 85 years ago. Not that it burned or that he's 85 but he WAS a fire captain for a long time in Lodi. Also Sacramento came to be because a long time ago there were just a bunch of podunk towns in Northern California and someone decided that they needed a place to unify them. Thus they built Sacramento. And a family up the street had a pink Volkswagon Bus and the dad was SO excited that it was up and running again. In reality this family is more of a big truck, SUV family than a VW anything. That's all I can recall now. Dreams fade quickly.
Despite how strange my dreams were last night truth remains stranger than fiction.