A day or so ago, I described the combination of nicotine withdrawl, insomnia, freakish dreams, family proximity, Chantix, stress and wedding planning as a perfect storm of shit that has descended on me.
However, it has also been kind of funny.
Apparently, sometime in the middle of the night, I was forum posting:
One of my favorite hobbies is to sit around and dream up all the things I would do if I won a skrillionaire lottery.
Bec, should that ever happen to me, I am going to hire you on to sit around and come up with ideas. Just ideas. And you’ll have your own office, and I’ll come in in the late mornings with some coffee and be like “So, Bec. Tell me some ideas.” And you’ll just say all your ideas to be and I’ll be like “Wow, so glad I hired you.” Then we’d hire someone else to put your ideas into action. And then we’d stand on my expansive deck watching your ideas in action. Like a pudding slip and slide with sexy men doing the sliding. But that’s just one of MY ideas, which is why I’d need to hire you, because that’s not even a good idea, because no matter how sexy a man is, I don’t want his dangle in my pudding, you know? Waste of pudding.
Full benefits package.