Saturday, July 24, 2010

Too much sun?

Last night I slept peacefully after spending nearly four and a half hours floating on a raft on the lazy river at our local water attraction.  To answer inquiring minds, yes, I wore my sunscreen.  I'd fallen asleep in the recliner watching telly with Mancub.  I think I mosied upstairs around 10:30 and zonked out the second my head made contact with the Egyptian cotton. Anywho, it wasn't until I woke up at some point in the weewee hours of the morning that my sleep was disrupted. Mind you, it didn't take long for me to get back to sleep. Typically, I am up by 6AM.  At the latest, 6:30AM.  Not on this Saturday when clock in time at work was 9AM.  I awoke at 8AM!!! Holy alarm clocks, Batman! That's not the news.  What is even more odd than me sleeping in was the dream I had minutes before waking up startled by the time on the digital clock. 

What I recall of the dream is that I was bestest friends with this young man. Click the link and come back. Seriously! Yeah, I know, right!?! Too much sun on the old noggin? So, there I am snuggled up with this very unlikely subject -- more snuggly than a friend, but completely clothed. I lifted his shirt to discover rather toned abs.  It was then that I asked how he was getting so fit.  He informed me that he had trainers while on tour.  It was then that I broke into my Team Beachbody Coach mode. In the blink of an eye I was telling him about all the products he'd benefit from during his tour: Results and Recovery Formula, Shakeology and P90X. I awoke when something rather salacious ensued.

Shut. Up.

1 comment:

  1. Haha!! That's excellent! I think that dream made it worth running late...


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