Dreams of Stars

Hello--
After a wonderful anniversary (the REAL one--one year!) dinner with Daniel at The Palace Cafe (lobster ravioli <3 and a shared two glasses of totally different, deliciously interesting red wines)--i went home, to sleep, and had this dream:

After a high-speed (for some reason, in the dream context, 'high speed' was anything over 45 mph. oh wait, that's true in my real brain, too.) car chase from California to Seattle, I signed up for a cooking class, not realizing the teacher was Angelina Jolie. Someone had to tell me. *blush* Anyway, Daniel gave her some food that he had cooked, and she just LOVED it, and wanted to hire him right away as her personal chef. at some point, Brad Pitt walked up, but left pretty quickly. A few minutes later, i had whipped up some GF vanilla cupcakes. Some cranky girl in the class took a bite and said, blandly, "they're pretty good." but then Angelina tried them and gushed, "They're DELICIOUS!" and wanted to hire me as her personal baker. Hooray!! so, daniel and i clearly have some new career paths laid out. :)

There was more, but that was the best part.
Everyone have a wonderful day!

p.s. i wanted to point out: there is nothing like a combination of 1) an impending move 2) reading about missions in the 3rd world and 3) learning how to make your own pottery--that gives you the power to overcome a pointless love for and desire to hoard 'cute' mugs. and other assorted items. Goodwill, I am COMING TO YOU with a car-full!!!