Ouch. I hate it when that happens.
I had a dream last night that Gwyneth Paltrow had the hots for me. This was much better than the dream in which Oscar Wilde was hitting on me. I have a lot of dreams about celebrities, now that I think about it. Most of the time, though, the celebrities are a major disappointment.
I have had a number of dreams in which I am trying to help a celebrity accomplish a simple task (make their plane on time, change a tire on their car, etc.) and they turn out to be woefully incompetent. I wonder what this means.
I want a T-shirt with this picture on it.
Good question: "I have a very important question. How high is South Fork River supposed to get tonight?" Mays asked the 911 operator.
"A truck hauling hay caught on fire... The driver tried to put out the fire by using the wind and swerving going down the freeway."
Mash-up songo. I just like it.
Afe from Australia commented on my blog over the weekend. This marks the first time (I think) that I have heard from someone in Australia.