I had this dream about you last night. We were still married. I was giving you a haircut like I always did being careful to trim around the scar on the back of your head. Im sorry I sometimes forgot it and left you with a bald spot. And Im sorry we didnt work out. But you look pretty happy on Instagram.

I had a dream about you. You were eating angel hair pasta with scissors and I was a long-haired hippy. I yelled Eating pasta with scissorsa not so subtle way to say I need a haircut. To which you replied Well I would have used silverware if you hadnt sold all the forks and spoons to pay for your Ethel Merman addiction.