Sex Dreams at My Age??

Yeah, that got your attention, didn't it?

I slept twelve hours last night/this morning; 9:15 to 9:15. Being a full-time student and working full-time and getting over one of the worst colds ever seems to have required a lot of sleep here lately. And I'm OK with that! I love to sleep! Who doesn't?

So last night I dreamt it was the night of my first wedding (that's right, a sex dream that takes place in Ancient History) and I ran off with Jack Donnaghy. That would be Alec Baldwin's character from "30 Rock". He is officially a gorgeous hunk of man. We had a very madcap adventure that kept me out all night, therefore away from my own reception and my groom/new husband, and for some reason we were hiding out in the back room of a bar that had adult dancers. It was a small town somewhere with pine trees and a lake, maybe Canada. We found a live fox in the woods, one of those really weird dream animals that just really doesn't resemble the real-life one. So, yeah, we made mad passionate love and I made Jack Donaghy, fictional character, realize I was The One so we drove off into the next night in his pickup truck.

This is about the point where I woke up to go to the bathroom and was really relieved to find Phil next to me in the bed, along with the usual assortment of cats, and Biscuit, our gracefully-aging Shih Tzu dog. Phil, too, is officially a gorgeous hunk of man, but he actually exists.

No sooner did I lay back down and fall right back to sleep than the whole thing picked up again, but this time the leading man was Dean Martin. He was a gorgeous hunk of man when he was alive. Nowadays, I'm not so sure.

So essentially, I spent last night with three gorgeous men, two of them Italian and one of them fictional. Top that!!

So here is a picture of the mixture of Italian sausage and sauteed vegetables which went into my most recent batch of 16-bean soup. Sometimes an Italian sausage really is an Italian sausage... and sometimes... it's not.