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I had a dream this morning. Tom Cruise was sitting in my dream living room (doesn't look like mine) and waiting for me to wake up to talk to me about some financial investment. What is up with that? I don't even like Tom Cruise, actor with the fake smile. I haven't ever seen any of his movies since his teenage years. Yes, I caught Days of Thunder on TV once, but that doesn't count since I didn't see the whole thing. Anyway, in my dream, I kept waking up wondering whether he's still out there and then I peek out and there he was!
I woke up feeling rather cheated. You would think, if I were to spend my nights dreaming of men, I'd have George Clooney in them! Except, of course, he wouldn't be on my couch waiting to give me financial advice. I would be...umm...investing it with him in my bed ;-).
Or, how about these fine men:
Click to enlarged version. Forget the pile of dead bodies in the background. Concentrate on the fine defined bodies ;-). I've always love me some men in red capes, LOL.
One of my roofers went to see SPARTA during the weekend. Now he thinks he's a warrior. Every time he reaches the peak of the roof, he screams out "I. AM. SPARTAAAaaaaaaa!"
Except we nickname him Elephant Walrus for a reason:
He is at least 300 lbs of lard and when he's roofing, he moves like a walrus trying to climb onto the beach. He also chainsmokes, so he has the requisite white things sticking out of his mouth. He wears a shirt that says "I love refrigerators." 'nuff said!
So when he does his horrifying moan of "SPARTAaaaaaa!" every so often, I now see a walrus in a red cape trying to waddle towards an army of thousands. Yikes. Gerard Butler he is not.
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Congratulations to the ARC contest winners (here and on Yahooboard) and the consolation prize winners! Mail heading your way soon.
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