why i love the pain meds.

so last night, thanks to the prescription pain meds, i finally got a good night's sleep after five days of no sleep. it was truly magnificent. especially because i had a really kick ass dream. in this kick ass dream, a handsome young man swooped in and totally wooed me. like flowers and candy wooed me. like wanted me even though his ex-wife has the body of a goddess. it was sweet. it was sweet dream, even if i kept thinking "hmm, even though i look good for my age, i still don't look like his ex-wife - will he really not care about that?" so i know you're totally thinking, wow, inga, are you dreaming about an ex-beau who is now married? how would you know random dream guy's ex-wife is a goddess?

well. it's simple. the man of my dreams last night? not the obvious choice, becks (after all, he's still married to the posh); rather the not-really-obvious choice of chad lowe, recently dumped by ol' swanky because of an addiction issue (or because she ran off with her manager). now, i totally get how some of you are thinking "chad? why not rob?" but remember, some of us (ie not stella - or did they discuss these kinds of things in nursery school?) remember the fond days of rob lowe and the democratic convention, you know, where he had the threesome and one of the girls was - oops - not legal? so i'll totally take chad any day. i mean, hands down - addiction over jail bait? the choice is clear.