No joke, I have been having the strangest dreams lately. Last night was no exception.
I was dreaming that I was packaging my jeans and mailing them to my friends to prove my pant size. I don't know why I was doing this, but I was using the pants that I currently wear and sending them to people. Apparently that was the only way to get my point across. Just telling them wasn't enough.
I wonder what the hell all of that means?
I told Janelle and Ashley about it at the gym today. Ashley kept asking, "What pants are you going to wear if you are sending your pants to people?"
I didn't have an answer for her. I just don't know. I guess in my dream I decided that pants were no longer needed. Or maybe my friends were going to send them back once they saw the size. I just have no clue.
On an unrelated note, I went to a charity auction last night. It was for a good cause, but on the auction block were local bachelors. There were a lot of hot fellas running around too. I think if I had a few hundred dollars to donate to charity I would have bid on some of them. It was more of a silent auction, but it was still a good time.
I was really out of my comfort zone though. I'm not one for striking up random conversation with random men. It takes me a little bit to warm up to people. (Ok really, my philosophy is that "I nothing you" until I find a reason to like or not like you. It's true, you can ask anyone.)
But, my point about last night is that I looked damn good. I feel like I looked better than at least half the ladies running around there. (I totally forgot to take pictures last night.) I also had a little more dignity than most of them too. Probably because I wasn't drinking.