Naked.
Not only are they naked, but I'm there. Oh, and I'm naked, too. And usually engaged in some sort of behavior I would never, in one thousand years, even think about attempting with my pediatrician. Things I didn't even know about back when I was crushing on Brian in middle school. Maneuvers that would get even the smallest of local politicians in the national news.
I would give anything for a nice, regular dream about my kids or my husband! Something weird and random, like everyone having broccoli for ears, would be a nice change of pace. I think at this point I would even take the 'taking a test I didn't study for' anxiety dream over the endless x-rated visions I'm having currently.
Because it's exhausting, really, being the star of a p0rn0 that runs daily from about 10pm until 7am. I wake up needing a nap. And a shower.
Bwahahahahahahahaha. That's us girls. Slave to the Hormones!
ReplyDeletebtw: word verification is trolless. Perhaps I should say something despicable and mean at this point? Naaaaaaaah. Too busy laughing at you and the pediatrician!!!!!!!!
ha! well, try to enjoy it at least a little.
ReplyDeleteOMG I totally remember those types of dreams. All I wanted was a few normal dreams for pete's sakes LOL!
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