The other night, well, morning, I guess, I had a dream about Jim Bob Duggar. We were spooning in his bed. He was dressed in khakis and a polo T-shirt and I was feeding him an ice cream drumstick. The pieces of chocolate kept falling onto his shirt (because eating ice cream while lying down is tough, trust me), and I would pick them up and feed them to him. At about this point in the dream I realize Michelle Duggar, bless her repetitively pregnant heart, was also in bed with us, dressed in a denim skirt and pink blouse.
I was a little jealous.
And then I woke up, and instantly realized I probably watch too much Duggar TV.
I know other peoples dreams just aren't that interesting, and this one is no exception. Not that this blog is ever that interesting, but this is probably an all time low.
But seriously? Jim Bob? Why couldn't it have been Matthew McConahey and Pink. I totally would have shared my ice cream with them.