Friday, March 28, 2008
Why I am Exhausted
Last night I dreamed Hillary Clinton was coming to my house for a campaign event at 10 in the morning. With her staff and camera crews. And my mom. In my dream I woke up at 9:30 am. The house was a mess. Literally. More dishes than we own piled in the sink. Trash everywhere, including on the front lawn. I assumed they would be arriving in ten minutes, so there would be time to set up. Why didn't she send some staffers ahead of her? I wailed. Who would've thought HRC's campaign would be so disorganized. I raced around like a madwomen; I dragged our trash can to the side door and just started tossing out everything in the place.
The next thing I knew, we were all sitting down to eat, with the cameras rolling. I was trying to frame a question/comment to Hillary about how important it was to investigate and prosecute the Bush Administration law-breaking once the Democrats take over the White House. I had made her a plate of chopped steak and sweet potato fries. She was chewing as I stumbled over my words. Slowly a pained look of disgust waved across her face; she tried to hide it and kept chewing and chewing the steak. I could see my mother looking at me in horror. Hillary put down her fork and said, "Actually, can I just have a bowl of Cheerios?"
The next thing I knew, we were all sitting down to eat, with the cameras rolling. I was trying to frame a question/comment to Hillary about how important it was to investigate and prosecute the Bush Administration law-breaking once the Democrats take over the White House. I had made her a plate of chopped steak and sweet potato fries. She was chewing as I stumbled over my words. Slowly a pained look of disgust waved across her face; she tried to hide it and kept chewing and chewing the steak. I could see my mother looking at me in horror. Hillary put down her fork and said, "Actually, can I just have a bowl of Cheerios?"
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i think you should have sent this over to celeb dream cameo, where it would languish in yet another forgotten corner of the intarwebs
aif snaps 3B with a wet towel!
Look at it this way, Kathleen. She could have asked for a bowel of Cheetos and then pulled off her mask, revealing that she was really Jonah Goldberg.
Look at it this way, Kathleen. She could have asked for a bowel of Cheetos and then pulled off her mask, revealing that she was really Jonah Goldberg.
LOL! Especially at.....I was going to pinpoint one detail, but LOL at the whole thing.
I'm going to be spreading some linky love your way! I had the same sort of dream, but different.
:)
I'm going to be spreading some linky love your way! I had the same sort of dream, but different.
:)
Yeah, Kathleen. I feel kind of betrayed here.
What part of this is not a Celebrity Dream Cameo????? HELLO?????
What part of this is not a Celebrity Dream Cameo????? HELLO?????
..What Blue Girl was talkin' about....
lol Dreaming about politics? Maybe both of you need to leave the country for a couple weeks . :)
lol Dreaming about politics? Maybe both of you need to leave the country for a couple weeks . :)
AIF, eff that! K-Unit is a woman with her own blog. She is not required to give it up to men.
Why does she have to post her dreams there? She is fully capable of posting them here.
Geesh.
See, this is all I am saying about HRC. She is so down-to-earth, she comes to K-Unit's for Cheerios.
Now vote for HRC.
Why does she have to post her dreams there? She is fully capable of posting them here.
Geesh.
See, this is all I am saying about HRC. She is so down-to-earth, she comes to K-Unit's for Cheerios.
Now vote for HRC.
AIF, eff that! K-Unit is a woman with her own blog. She is not required to give it up to men.
Geesh.
See, this is all I am saying about HRC. She is so down-to-earth, she comes to K-Unit's for Cheerios.
Now vote for HRC.
Geesh.
See, this is all I am saying about HRC. She is so down-to-earth, she comes to K-Unit's for Cheerios.
Now vote for HRC.
Oh no! I hate cleaning dreams. Cleaning dreams with pressure - mom, HRC, food prep! I'll bet you woke up exhausted!
I just want you to know that if you were to make me a plate of chopped steak and sweet potato fries, not only would I be massively appreciative and would eat them to completion, but I might never ever ever leave. Unless they tasted like chocolate skittles, and then I would know you were trying to kill me.
Wow. Freud has nothing on you.
At least you didn't ask her if she drank copious amounts of water/coffee (she drinks tea, btw) and takes her vitamins, a la Katie Couric.
At least you didn't ask her if she drank copious amounts of water/coffee (she drinks tea, btw) and takes her vitamins, a la Katie Couric.
Depeche Mode? We have a patriarchy issue above in comments and you are talking about DM?
For that, Brando will be forced to listen to 4000 hours of Depeche Mode 101. Over and over again.
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For that, Brando will be forced to listen to 4000 hours of Depeche Mode 101. Over and over again.
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