Morocco Time

Today I’m in a good mood, and I hesitate to say why exactly, because :

- I’m shy
- I don’t like to talk about certain things here (Hi Mom!)
- It has nothing to do with Morocco

I’ll throw caution and good sense to the wind and say…I had a the most fantastic dream last night. It involved myself and …. [drum roll] Colin Firth. May I just say, Colin Firth should really do more nude scenes in his movies*, because his fans are really missing out on a fine specimen of manhood.

You can also see why one of the insulting nicknames for me in middle school (besides the normal “Too Tall,” “Green Giant,” etc…) was “Kewpie Doll.”

My husband doesn’t read this blog, but we’ve actually talked about these kind of dreams before – he was positively shocked – “Women have them too?!” He tried to tell me the cutest little fib, that all of HIS dreams were about me. Love him for that.

*Though I don’t know if Colin’s done any at ALL – pity.