I don't know about the rest of you, but that time when you first lay down to sleep your mind wanders and comes up with great plans. It is also a time to talk to your wife and discuss things in your marriage. It is dark which helps because you can't see the other person wince when you come up with a less than optimal idea. Joanne also uses this time to remind me of the things that I need to do tomorrow, or we talk about people. Like you.  

Joanne is pretty leinent with most of my ideas, but last night I found that she draws the line at beekeeping. Admittedly I come up with some pretty strange things every now and then, but I didn't see beekeeping as that much of a stretch. I mean everyone loves honey. Sweet. Sticky. Lasts forever. Antiseptic. Unfortunately, honey is available at the Shell Gas Station so there isn't a real need to make my own. She has me there.

Time to take another tact. The homehowner's association wrote an entire letter which seems to be focused on our backyard. Joanne thinks that this is another reason not to get bees. I, of course, realize the potential of training the bees to attack the homeowner patrol. She doesn't think this is a good idea.

How do you start a bee hive any way? Is beehive two words or one? My mind wanders as I delve into these deep topics. Joanne suggests that all I need to do is buy a beekeeping outfit and that then the bees will come. I am skeptical but I contemplate it for a while. The vision of me wandering around in the backyard using a bee caller is prancing through the yard.

She breaks the silence with a powerful comeback which seeks to derail my random bedtime wanderings. "Did you know that people get fake toenails?"

The power of the statement isn't at first obvious. But then I can't get it out of my mind, and instead of bees I am trying to figure out why people get fake toenails. How long are they? They must come in hundreds of shapes so they can attach to some real funky feet. No way can you wear socks.

And this is what I drift off to sleep with filling my head. To bad I am going to have nightmares about attack bees with fake nails.