Oliver was in the field, doing some chores. At 2:00PM, he came back into the house. Not seeing Lisa in the living room, he called out to her. "Lisa?"
"I'm in the bathroom, Oliver. I'm taking a mud bath."
"Oh—WHAT?!"
He quickly went in there. She was lying in the tub, totally encased in brown mud! What's more, she had her dress on! A sack of mud was on the side of the tub.
He looked at her in shock. "OK, Lisa, why are you bathing in mud?"
"I bought it from Mr. Haney. He said it vould be good for my skin. And he vas right, see?"
She held out her muddy left arm.
"And, how much did that cost?"
"It vas only $5; it vas half off."
"Oh. Well, are you aware that you have your clothes on, in the mud?"
The shocked her. "I knew zhere vas something I forgot! But I'm not veering my shoes, see?"
She kicked up her muddy feet.
"Well, that's good!"
"Vhy don't you join me, dahling!"
"Join you?"
"It's fun!"
"All right, I will!"
He took his shoes off and climbed into the tub with her!
He woke up. Remembering the dream, he just had, he let out a loud laugh.
"Vhat's so funny, Oliver?"
"Did I wake you? I'm sorry. I just had the CRAZIEST dream!"
"Vas I in it?"
"Yep—in the mud!"
"HUH?!"
He quickly told her the dream.
"I've taken mud baths before."
"You have?"
"An old Hungarian gypsy beauty treatment."
"That figures!"
"But I vould NEVER vear a dress in the mud!"
"That's good."
"I usually vore pants and a shirt!"
"That's different!"
"But never shoes!"
"I'm glad to hear that!"