…you have a dream about a broken bottle of bourbon extract. Yes, indeed, bourbon extract. Does such a thing even exist? (Let me Google that for you: the answer is yes.)
I don’t know how the bottle of bourbon extract broke, but I do remember thinking that I could save the remainder by funneling it into a different bottle. Also, this dream apparently took place in one of the discount stores in which I spent much of my youth. (Family Dollar, anyone?) To make things even more bizarre, Matt made a cameo, and together we decided that there is no point in using bourbon extract when you can just use real bourbon! I do love a Southern man with opinions about bourbon.
Real bourbon indeed. Isn’t egg nog season almost upon us? I think I may need to make a new entry into my teeny-tiny liquor cabinet.