Thursday, October 23, 2008

We've only had a close view of the beginning of what may be the end of us.

Good: I had a dream last night in which I was James Bond.

Bad: I was the Roger Moore James Bond.

I suppose this could be my subconscious telling me I'm not as muy macho as I'd like to believe which is a crazy idea.

Now, if you'll excuse me I have to crawl into my pajamas, mix up a pitcher of Apple Martinis and lose myself in a Bridget Jones Marathon on Lifetime.

10 comments:

okjimm said...

Ya, I've had dreams like that... in fact, just the other night

good: I dreamt I was married.

Bad: It was to my ex-wife

Dean Wormer said...

That sounds more like a nightmare.

Jess Wundrun said...

Wow, dean. I can hear your testicles shriveling from here. Too bad man.

Randal Graves said...

Here man, let me help you out. Roger Moore appeared in a film with Jane Seymour. Feel better?

Dean Wormer said...

jess-

Thanks. I guess that answers the question of "if a gnad shrinks in the forest will anyone hear it?"

randal-

Good point! She was the young, hot voodoo princess, right? I feel a little better.

Don Snabulus said...

Rainbows and Ponies!!! Let's SO do that.

Liberality said...

Bridget Jones marathon--that sounds like fun :)

Übermilf said...

Many times, we dream about the OPPOSITE of who we are.

Dean Wormer said...

don-

Absolutely.

Liberality-

My wife thinks so. Actually it's a guilty pleasure of my own but, shhhhh, don't tell anyone. ;-)

Ubermilf-

Hmmmm. I was going to write something pithy here but you actually got me thinking by that comment. Is it always suppossed to hurt so much when you use that brainy thingy?

Joe the Troll said...

Is that James Arness standing in the back?