Moving On

Something happened to me a few weeks ago that I haven't really felt comfortable talking about. After mulling it over for a while, I decided I'm ready to blog about it. I need to get it off my chest so I can move on. Unfortunately, I haven't told my husband, so he'll be finding out from my blog, just like the rest of the world. That might be a little unfair to him.

Sorry, honey.

So this thing that happened...

Deep breath...

I had a romantic dream.

About David Spade.

DAVID SPADE!!!

The worst part?

We had matching haircuts.

Subconscious, what is wrong with you???

I'm going to go crawl into a hole now.