A Brie(f) Post

Early this week, I had a dream in which my other mother Amy and I went on an adventure.

In the dream, I had watched a segment on the local news about a shop in northern Pennsylvania known as the Briehaha (which is funny because the brewery in Just Whistle is called the Brewhaha). The difference? The Briehaha specialized in brie cheese instead of brewed beer.

Amy loves a good brie, so we obviously drove to northern Pennsylvania (in the dream) and visited the shop. I found a tower of brie that stood about three feet high and cost $1000. I thought this seemed steep, but Amy encouraged me to buy it and share it with my coworkers. I said, "Hell, no! I refuse to spend $1000 on cheese just to share with my coworkers! That's insane!" I didn't buy the cheese and we went to a nice dress store instead, where we each bought a matching dress in teal that cost only $94.

Yesterday, in real life, Amy and I got together for sushi. She came to my house and had in tow a large wheel of brie. Turns out, she accidentally bought two and wondered if I could use the bonus brie next Saturday at the book club I'm having for Come and Go So Quickly. I can, definitely!

Weirdly, yesterday my dentist called because there was a cancellation and they could squeeze me in before the appointment I had to reschedule for April. (The dentist is very popular!) I took the appointment, obviously, and had my teeth cleaned this afternoon by -- wait for it -- Bre! Isn't that wild?

Three brie/Bre's in one week! What are the odds?!