Shhhhhhh! Don't Tell My Husband, But...

...last night I had a dream that I was dating Brad Pitt. Apparently he and Angelina had split up, and they shared joint custody over their children, so I got to meet them as well. Brad was so awesome, and he and I would sit around and discuss humanitarian issues, and plan our trips around the world.

During a private party, his buddy George Clooney (sigh...Sexiest Man Alive INDEED) slipped me his number, and I just cracked up. I mean, having Brad Pitt be attracted to me was one thing, but adding George to the mix was too much! Brad didn't take too kindly to his friend trying to hit on me, but it turned out George was just making sure that I was loyal to Brad-a test, so to speak.

The dream had rather *ahem* explicit moments, and I was rather annoyed to be awaken by my dogs.

However, when I did awaken, I rolled over to see the most handsome man of all already in my bed, my darling hubby, Jake. And reality, my friends, is so much better than the fantasy.

Really, though, can you blame a girl for dreaming of these guys:

Yeah, I didn't think so.