I always say goodbye to Gllen before leaving for work. I was particularly bemused last week, when I stood at the edge of the bed and told him I was leaving. He blearily opened his eyes and looked at me for a moment before muttering, "Happy barbecue trails...." and then closed his eyes again.
I opened my mouth and was only able to sputter, "What?"
He peeked open one eye and repeated dreamily, "Barbecue...." and promptly went back to sleep.
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