"I Dreamed I Went To Hell In My Maidenform Bra..."
Last night I dreamed I had volunteered my house for the co-op committee meeting, and while I was walking home (about 20 miles down a busy highway) I suddenly realized that one of the homeschool moms who was going to be at my house was Martha Stewart. And there was no way on earth I could beat her there. Because I was walking. Down the highway. With M. and A. and J. and several of the others, who insisted on window-shopping.
Martha Freaking Stewart is coming over and my house looks like shit! And you people are stopping to shop for tires! Slowly! And we're on foot! Needless to say, I woke up in a cold sweat.
Um, brain? What the hell?!
Martha Freaking Stewart is coming over and my house looks like shit! And you people are stopping to shop for tires! Slowly! And we're on foot! Needless to say, I woke up in a cold sweat.
Um, brain? What the hell?!