Mommy Needs a Nap
I was in Disneyland with my husband and we were standing in line to ride The Pirates of the Caribbean. I accidentally bumped the man in front of me, causing him to spill hot coffee all over himself. When he turned around I saw this man happened to be Mel Gibson. His face turned bright red as he gave me a verbal tongue-lashing, peppered with every expletive in the book.
Then I woke up.
Clearly I’ve been watching too much Issues with Jane Velez-Mitchell. I’ve heard the audio tapes of Mel Gibson’s tirades to Oksana Grigorieva over and over again. If you don’t know what I’m talking about and you have fifteen minutes of your life to waste, go HERE.
Before I had the nightmare that startled me awake I’d laid in bed several hours, exhausted but unable to sleep. It hardly seems fair that I should be wide awake at one o’clock in the morning and yet dying for a nap at one o’clock in the afternoon.
Before I rest there’s a few things I need to cross off my to-do list, starting with…
Wishing a very Happy Birthday to my mother… Mom, forget your past – it’s already done. Forget your present too because I forgot. Ha! Happy Birthday, Mom! You’re not getting older, you’re getting better!
Now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got to go crawl under my covers and stare at the back of my eyelids for awhile.