Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Man of my Dreams

As I awoke this morning, I dreamt of babies (again) and then my new (dream) husband [Steve and I were no longer together for some reason] turned to me, held me close and whispered, "Would you, would you . . . have another baby? Because," he leaned in even closer and almost apologetically offered, "I love you."

Ah, he knows the way to this menopausal woman's heart!

I melted and said that of course I would have another child! Of course!

It wasn't until I awoke that I considered who my new lover was.

William H. Macy

Yup. One of the least attractive mugs on the planet. Possibly least likely to be asked to perform without a shirt on. (Next to Robin Williams, of course.)

The subconscious mind is a very, very weird space.


  1. I used to get the tiniest baby-wanting twinge when I saw new babies and/or pregnant women. Until I helped Susan when the twins were first born. WEre they awful? No. But I'd remembered all the nice stuff, and forgotten the whole lack of sleep, time to yourself stuff. I think that is how memory is supposed to function: drop the bad, keep the good.

  2. If we remembered all that stuff, we would never have more than one child. I think the sleep-deprivation actually acts as an amnesia drug.


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