Last night

Last night I dreamt (ed?) I was Renee Zellwiger. I was hanging out with one of the Quaids. The "cute" one. We were just cruising around with what I think may have been my assistant or something. You know, I was all squinty and smirky, all Renee-esque and we came upon an old fire station. I decided I was going to make it into a cool and hip restaurant. Then my assistant (or whoever she was) passed me a note to let me know the Quaid was interested in me. I was flattered but he was married so I didn't go for it. Then there was a whole part of my dream which focused on me having to go out with bad hair due to the rain.

Ding Dong Avon

Or whatever...
I've just had the Mary Kay lady here. Marge and I have had just a fabulous time, really. You are forced to love someone who comes into your home and within 5 minutes of meeting you, tells about how her son, husband, mother in law, father in law and brother all died within 6 months of each other. Sad and horrifyingly interesting that this is what she has chosen for her sales pitch. So after I wiped away the tears, Marge gave me a facial. Then she applied 14 pounds of foundation and two large Nike swooshes of blush to my "well-defined cheek bones". Oh Marge, I love it when you butter me up. Refine my pores baby, you know I want it.
While this was going on, my kids trashed the house. The cat jumped up on the table and licked her enormous palate of eye shadows.
I didn't buy anything but Marge does think that I would make a perfect candidate to sell Mary Kay. She even showed me the picture of the pink caddy. It's not super pink anymore, it's a sparkly light pink and Marge even got to have a ride in it. Lucky lady.