Dreamy

Finally. A dream man that I can actually be pleased to dream about. I had great dreams last night (for the first time in about two weeks). Stress has had me dreaming about more leaky pipes under the house, broken bones on my beautiful children and even my childhood cancer returning (the part of my face where the cancer was has been hurting since having some dental work.) So, to have a great dream about handsome Michael Phelps was really nice. The only creepy thing was that he was wearing orange and yellow striped velour boxers. Not that it stopped the dream Army of Mom. :) It got even better. After waking up briefly, when I went back to sleep ... in came Jeff Gordon. Hell, yeah. Now, its a party in my dream.

Stopped by Panera to get some bagels - since there is no snacking today for Good Friday - I figured I better eat heartily for each of the meals. While in Panera, I hear a ring tone for Flo Rida's 'Low' (which Hot Rod and I both love). I turn to see who has this tone and it is an old chunky lady. Me and the girls at the counter all broke out laughing.

And, just cause I was in the mood, you have some Joe Nichols.

I'm going to have lots of work to do on Easter afternoon (but it is supposed to rain, so no loss, I suppose) because I'm going to be getting things done today. Have a blessed Good Friday!