I was in a musical. Singing, dancing, and acting.
WITH JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN.
Now, the fact that my hunka hunka burnin' love would appear in a dream might not be that odd, especially given my utter fascination with all things JDM. But singing? Me?
(I'd like to think that I have a voice like Adele, but it's more like a schlumpy, tone-deaf, non-British Adele who can clear a room or a church pew whenever she decidesto belt out a tune.)
And then, just to really make it nuts...I was singing about...
Gosh, I think I'm even a little embarrased to tell you this because it is just so damn odd.
OK, here goes....
I don't even know what mincemeat is. But, there I was with Jeffrey Dean Morgan on the stage singing about it. And my solo was all about serving mincemeat in different styles...Polish, Italian, etc.
Holy crap on a cracker...it's finally happened. I've lost what little sanity I had and now am going to wander about this big blue marble singing with Jeffrey Dean Morgan about Chinese mincemeat.
On a more normal note (Ha! Note!):
Well, that's the report for the day, my dears. As soon as I get my wits about me I'm heading out fir provisions. I've put that off long enough that I'm getting a little freaked out by the echo of emptiness in the fridge! Time to fill 'er up!