As long as I'm laughing with you...

I had a long, nonsensical conversation with my sister the other night, in which she kept ordering me to bring her a "dog pet," then a "dog pillow," and got mad when I didn't know what the hell she was talking about. We went on in that vein for a while before I finally realized she was talking in her sleep. (Heaven help me, she's crazy even in her sleep!) She told me later that she didn't know what she was talking about, except that it seemed really obvious. Also...

[Upon getting back from having coffee with my sassy Jewish grandfather]
Sara: Where have you been?
Me: Oh, I met Mr. G----.
Sara: Where? At some kind of no-tell motel?

Sara: Remember that old TV show of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? Do you remember, there was this one episode where they found a magic pizza box that was never empty? Like, every time they opened it up, there would be a pizza inside?
Me: How do you remember this?
Sara: I don't know. It's just stayed with me all these years. That, and Nils Karlsson the elf.
Me: The meatball is as big as they are!

I had another job interview this morning and miraculously managed to get to it on time, despite majorly oversleeping. I'm not sure yet if it's a job I want or will get. We'll see.