Last night I dreamed that Robert Guillaume told off Bill Cosby and then did a magical banana dance.

Hubby had a dream the other night where we were watching a movie being filmed in our town, and the director came up to him and said, "I knew you were around here somewhere! Boy, you've let yourself go. Don't worry, a personal trainer and a doctor, and you'll be fine. And you're probably living in some dump pretending to be an American again. Minion! See to it!"

Minion comes over and tells Hubby that he's been mistaken for a crabby Austrian movie star--not Arnold--who's notorious for pretending to be poor to avoid working. So we're told we're about to become this movie star and his wife, so get ready for a makeover. He has weird dreasm.

I'm Not Hanging Noodles on Your Ears and Other Intriguing Idioms From Around the World

Not hanging noodles on your ears: Russian - not kidding

To live like a maggot in bacon: German – live in luxury

To reheat cabbage: Italian – rekindle an old flame

Like fingernail and dirt: Spanish, Mexico – well suited

Bang your butt on the ground: French - die laughing

Plucked like a chicken: Yiddish - exhausted

To bite the elbow: Russian – to cry over spilt milk

Smoke from 7 orifices of head: Chinese – to be furious

To become naked: Japanese – to go broke, poor

An ant milker: Arabic – a miser, tight wad

Give it to someone with cheese: Spanish - to deceive

Squeezer of limes: Hindi – self invited guest, idler

To break wind into silk: French - live the life of Riley

My work day was annoying, even though I was home by 5! Oh well. It's going to be a long week.

To break wind into silk: French - live the life of Riley

They just defined an idiom with another idiom! Come on now.

Where does the scratching on platic bags fit in?

Oh God, Oz does this. Why? He doesn't ahve claws, but it doesn't make it less annoying.

I just got back from seeing Public Enemies. The movie started 20 minutes late, adn because of that, the automated slideshow for the next showing started during the final scene of the movie. Aaarh!

I went to the managers office to complain, and there was another guy from the showing who arrived at the same time. We both started to tell the story, but the other guy was totally becoming an ass. The manager on duty was just a kid but he was going off. She gave us passes and I thanked her but he was still complaining when I left.

Anyway, long story short, movie was meh. I have two free passes.

The Belgian band Bettie Seervert, who sing mainly in English, have a song called "Tell Me Sad." They were told it was an idiomatic expression in English. I don't know what it's supposed to mean.

(We never did anything and yet I was on his wife's shitlist, apparently because he said my name in his sleep).

Oh, it would be ON if someone started behaving in a hostile manner to me because of something a third party said or did. That would catapult me right out of crush territory and into overly critical Mother-in-Law-who-zeros-in-on-weak-points-with-laser-precision mode.

That would catapult me right out of crush territory and into overly critical Mother-in-Law-who-zeros-in-on-weak-points-with-laser-precision mode.

(ponders if it's worth the inevitable Painful Beating that would ensue for carefully engineering this situation...nah)

(but it's a delightful image)

My trip to Europe is FIRST CLASS, thanks to frequent flier miles. I could actually check three bags for free if I wanted to.