Was that the Action Transvestite?
I don't normally remember my dreams at all, but the jist of this morning's was so quirky and funny that I did... I don't remember a lot of the details, but the premise is too funny not to share.
I don't know why, and I don't remember who I was with-another female, but I don't think it was my sister-but we were home alone. Apparently, even though it was a present day dream, this was a problem. So we had someone coming to look after us.
And apparently, Eddie Izzard was just the man for the job.
In the dream I kept thinking, "I have GOT to tell lebean!" I don't know why that was imperative, but it just was.
Then in between bouts of slap and tickle with my snooze button, I drifted off again and dreamed that I was remembering the dream and still having to post/share with lebean.
And now, the sad truth hits me-I have no Eddie icons to with which to adorn this post. Sad tart is sad.
But the sadness is at least partially mitigated by my lovely cup of Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea. Glad tart is glad.
I don't know why, and I don't remember who I was with-another female, but I don't think it was my sister-but we were home alone. Apparently, even though it was a present day dream, this was a problem. So we had someone coming to look after us.
And apparently, Eddie Izzard was just the man for the job.
In the dream I kept thinking, "I have GOT to tell lebean!" I don't know why that was imperative, but it just was.
Then in between bouts of slap and tickle with my snooze button, I drifted off again and dreamed that I was remembering the dream and still having to post/share with lebean.
And now, the sad truth hits me-I have no Eddie icons to with which to adorn this post. Sad tart is sad.
But the sadness is at least partially mitigated by my lovely cup of Sweet Oolong Revolution iced tea. Glad tart is glad.