I had a dream the other night.
I had a baby girl with blonde hair and brown eyes (a combination we’ve haven’t had yet). She looked about 9 months old when I gave birth to her.
Only, I didn’t really give birth. I was supposed to just take her out to see the gender and then put her back. But I really, really didn’t want to put her back once she was out.
And then in addition to my three boys, I also had three stepsons (one of which was on his way to Togo, Africa) with….
Barbara Walters. Who had a really nice loft apartment in downtown Denver, by the way.
Also, Mr. French decided to take a bath in the kitchen sink. But the weird part was that he actually fit.
Let me just say, for the record, that I don’t think it means anything.
Except that my bladder was a little too full.