Last night I dreamed that I met Jamie, from Down Under, of Vox Popoli fame and drunken revelry. He was really nice. Shorter than I expected. And he helped me get “rid” of my husband who was a homeless bum. Not my current husband of epic awesomeness, but rather, another husband who, frankly, needed to go bye-bye.
And then, Jamie and I walked arm in arm into my high school and stood in line to purchase doughnuts. Doughnuts which were in a cafeteria display that was almost six feet high.
But in a positive light?
I had really cute shoes on.