If I were to have a husband for everyday of the week I'd marry

1.  James Bond
2.  A gardener
3.  A Calvin Klein underwear model
4.  An artist
5.  A gay guy (he's the only one who sleeps with people other than myself)
6.  A lacrosse player
7.  A musician or a superhero, I'm not sure which yet....

And I'll also have guy number 8 who is Mr. affair.  See all my other husbands, they get a long, but guy #8 he's not a husband, and my 7 husbands don't like him. 

But on Sunday morning, my husbands will play topless touch football.  (3 on 3 the gay husband will ref)... Ahhhhhhh a beautiful sight. 

This is so going to be expanded on....

I had the strangest dream last night about this little lizard.  He was in my room and he was walking around (on two legs)  He must have been about 5 inches tall.  And there two smaller ones crawling on the walls.  It was very strange.  But the strangest thing was the 5 inch tall one has this little stick that was all different colors, it was about as big as he is, almost like a walking stick.  But he used it to keep time, like in a marching band, banging it on the ground for every beat.  Anyway, I decided he was too big to kill, b/c he wasn't a bug.  We were looking in my closet for a game to play.  And my cat came in and got one of the littler lizards, and i was hoping she wouldn't go after the big one because I thought he might hurt her.  I was pretty sure he had some kinda of power.  He might have been wearing clothing.   Anyway, other random things happened and in the end, a beaver came and bit the tail of the lizard, and he was all screaming in pain.  So I told the beaver, who I'm pretty sure could talk, that he had to eat the rest of him now.  Which eventually it did.  It was very odd. 

9:30  phone rings.  Woke up answered it. 
9:45  watered the lawn, drank apple juice (in my boxers). 
10:00  Checked email, wrapped a book to take to the post office. 
10:15  breakfast on the front stoop with Mom. 
10:30  left for a walk to the bank and then post office to mail the books I sold on amazon.   I got asked out by my mailman.  Who said he had always intended on getting to know me better and was sad that I was moving.  Amongst other things.  What do you do in that situation?

11:23  Returned from post office and bank.  Called phone company to inform them of the move.  They wouldn't speak to me due to "excessive volume"  *note: call back later*

11:28 Called cable, same purpose.  Put on hold.  Updated calendar while on hold. 
Apparently Cable has no idea what's going on.  The landlord is renting to too many people or something strange like that.  This is taking longer that I thought it would.  Almost a half hour later, I'm still on the phone with cable trying to get this problem resolved, well I'm on hold... they're trying to resolve the problem.  Read some reviews for Discover magazine.  Something I picked up in BJ's on Sunday.  The articles seemed interesting, but a little far out there.  I wasn't sure if a subscription would be a good investment or not.  I'm starting to think not. 
12:15  finally off the phone with cable.  Who knew that would take so long.  Called to hook up a new aid to come help my mom get adjusted in the new apartment.   Found # left message. 
12:23  Lunch time!!!
12:35  Left for apartment. 
2:10  Got home from apartment.  Accomplished the building of the kitchen table and almost 2 chairs.  Just need a screw gun for the seats.  Still have two more to put together tomorrow. 
2:15  Not in the house for 5 minutes and my mom is asking me to do things for me.
2:15  Wrap up another book that sold today on amazon.  Will ship tomorrow morning. 
2:20  Break time.
2:30  Driving to Babylon to pick up my tuxedo for new job.  Pictures will have to be posted. 
4:30  Tuxedo picked up.  Got home, mom yelled at me about pictures and how I never told her I got a job.  Which I most definately did. 

I woke up feeling like Napoleon Dynamite. 

Maybe aliens transplanted our souls because I still look just like me. 

I've found that channel 13 has some awesome stuff on late late at night.

I've found you pee more when you don't sleep at night.

When there's nothing to think about, you think about really stupid stuff.

Antiques Roadshow isn't really that cool, but you watch it anyway.  Mostly I wonder how these people know these things about all this stuff.  More importantly though, who cares about this stuff?

I watched a concert on PBS.  On of my most favorite bands -- Garbage.  I remembered all over again how hot Shirley Manson really is.