So I had a dream last night.
One that did not involve the cast of Magic Mike
featuring special guest star, Prison Break's Wentworth Miller.
In fact, it was positively horrifying.
Instead of dreaming of the previously mentioned hotties, I was dreaming about shopping.
Shopping for a bag of split peas.
Shopping for a bag of split peas at a whitegoods wholesaler's warehouse annual super sale.
In my underwear.
Nothing but grey rinse elderly around me, not one of them noticing my inappropriate level of clothing.
I have no clue what this means.
I woke up feeling dirty for all the wrong reasons.
I'm all kinds of disgusted and WTF?!
It is disturbing on so many levels.
That I would ever dedicate so much time and effort to split peas.
That I would ever be caught dead in my undies in public. Because that's for
Britney, no wait she doesn't wear any Lady Gaga.
That I would be at a whitegoods wholesaler's warehouse super sale, and not be elbowing a frail elderly type out of the way for the fancy stainless steel French door multi zone fridge/freezer combo that I've been coveting.
Admittedly, that even the elderly couldn't show a shred of interest in my semi-clad self.
Now I must go consume vast quantities of vodka to get over the shock.