Cashmere, thanks for the link to the DVD covers.
snerkYou should, aurelia, because I truly was thinking of you the whole time.
I'm keepin' track, Cindy.
You all had some freaky dreams. I used to dream like that. Those crazy nights, I do remember, in my youth.
Last night, I had some sort of dream that Scott and I (and possibly other people I know, but Scott is the only one I remember) were somewhere, in some building, but in separate rooms. I was in a hallway with a few women, and one of them said, "He's on his way. He'll be walking past, in a moment." When I asked who she was talking about, she said, "George Clooney."
And then he did. I said "Hi," in a really and totally starstruck way, and he returned the greeting with a million watt movie star smile. I was thinking to myself the whole time how stupid it was, how stupid I was, even as I was walking back to wherever Scott was. When I found him, I explained George Clooney was on the premises and that I was going to go look for him, and Scott said, "I knew that."
I'm no dream expert, but clearly this dream is meant to ensure me that when I get my chance to have a tawdry affair with gorgeous George, Scott will cheerfully mind the kids, and be a good sport about the whole thing. Right?
In other news, I finally got to watch my former crush David Letterman, in TLS show segment with Bill O'Reilly (thanks YouTube). If Letterman and Clooney appeared at my door, right now, I'd have a hard time choosing. I'm just sayin'...