“I had the weirdest dream!”
“What happened?”
“Well, at one point I was trying to steal Ashton Kutcher from Demi Moore.”
“Pretty, that’s terrible! He’s a married man.”
“Really, did they get married? I hadn’t heard…how do you know?”
“Oh I keep up with the news in Hollywood when I ride the bike at the Fitness Center.”
“Are you sure they’re married?”
“I’m pretty sure.”
“Well, in my dream, neither of us was married, but I did know he was with Demi.”
“You are a naughty girl.”
“I wasn’t being nasty. I just turned on the charm. And I have to say he was clearly digging my mix.”
“How could he not?”
“I felt a little guilty being the young, hot thing, taking him away from this older woman. In my dream we were contemporaries, and of course, I was a young hot thing.”
“Of course.”
“You know, I think I’m closer in age to her than I am to him! Ouch.”
“I’m just glad it was a dream.”
I snuggled against him for the last little bit of rest before the inevitable entrance of a Bean sucking her thumb and snuffling her nose with the silky edge of her blanket.
Kissing my hair he whispered, “My little Ashton Kutcher thief.”
Ok, this is really funny.
Love this! I have very vivid dreams, too.
So funny! I was glad that you revealed in your last sentence that it was YOUR dream, and not your dh. 😉
Oh hello! If it was Paul trying to steal Ashton Kutcher I would not be posting as we would be in the hands of a trained professional.