Hi Nate:
So while Theodore searched for the man who dreamed in murder mysteries, your Dad discovered that “The Secret Lives of Snores” was poking out of Theodore’s back . . .um . . . well I guess it was a pocket –that is, if Snores wear pants.
“Where is the man who dreams in murder mysteries?” Theodore demanded. Continue reading →

Hi Nate:
So, you’re Dad leaned back in the chair, closed his eyes, and began to mutter something under his breath.
“What’s he saying?” Asked one Ravinia patron.
“It sounds like numbers.” Said a second.
“It sounds like garbage. Where’s the Symphony.” Said the third, who was really cranky. Continue reading →

Hi Nate:

So when we left off, Theodore the Snore was successfully putting the entire Ravinia audience, both pavilion and lawn, to sleep in an attempt to find a host with more entertaining dreams than Dad.
“We have to put a stop to this!” Dad said. Continue reading →

Hi Nate:
Your Dad and I were frantically searching for Theodore at Ravinia, when we heard a familiar sound over the speaker system.
It wasn’t music.
It wasn’t Theodore snoring.
It was Theodore talking. And I can’t say we were happy about what he was saying. Continue reading →

Hi Nate:
So once your Dad and I realized that Theodore was headed for Ravinia, we quickly dressed and dashed outside to see what he was up to. We were just outside of Ravinia’s gates, with no Theodore in sight, when we heard a tell tale sign over Ravinia’s speaker system
“Chonnnnnnnnnnnnkkkkk, chhhink, chhhink, chonnnnnnnkkkkk.”
Your Dad and I looked at each other and said, “Theodore.” Continue reading →

Hi Nate:

So right after Theodore took off, Dad rushed back into our bedroom.
“Where is he?”
“Who?”
“The Snore.” Dad said. Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair . . . although that didn’t take very long because Dad doesn’t have much hair left. Continue reading →

Hi Nate:
So when we last left off, I had woken up screaming from my nightmare.
“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”
“Thank goodness!” Your Dad said.
I still hadn’t recovered from the nightmare and was breathing heavily. “I,” heavy breath, “wish you’d” heavy breath, “show a little more sympathy.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. So where’s Theodore?”
“I’m right here, you conniving, manipulative humans.” Continue reading →

Hi Nate:
O.M.G.
Worst. Nightmare. Ever.
And it had been a fairly normal and uneventful day. I went to work. I came home. We ate dinner. Your Dad prepared some delicious spicy tacos, and encouraged me to have an extra helping. I cleaned the dishes. Then, I did laundry. There was a lot of laundry. In fact, way more than I expected given that you and your brother are away for the summer. That put me in a foul mood. And I swear your Dad put some clean laundry in there just so I would have extra laundry to do.

So, I finally finished folding my fourth load, and decided that the rest could wait until the morning. I went upstairs, and crawled into bed. I was completely exhausted. Your Dad started talking to me about how a few summers back our socks threatened to take over the world, but I could barely keep my eyes open. He then started singing off key for some odd reason — poor Dad, he just can’t hold a tune. I didn’t even have the strength to tell him to knock it off. I just rolled over and closed my eyes.

And then it started. Continue reading →

Hi Nate:

So I went to sleep last night.

And I did have a nightmare. Sort of. Continue reading →