Naughty Naughty Mommy

[Philyra]

 Last night I had a smoochfest with Anthony Bourdain.  Ok, so it was just a dream, but it was a good dream.  A very good dream.  Mmmmmm...

Wha?  Oh, sorry.  I kinda zoned out for a sec.  Where was I?  Oh yeah, dreams.  I have no idea where this comes from.  Sure, Tony is yummy.  He's got that whole bad-boy rock star chef thing going on.  He's smart and funny and snarky and a complete bad @$$.  

Maybe I had the dream because I watched his show before bed.  It's my Monday Sanity Ritual.  I put the kids in bed, get the Ben and Jerry's out of the freezer and turn the television from Nick Jr. to the Travel Channel to watch "No Reservations."  A lot of times my husband watches with me.  He appreciates and understands Tony's sense of humor, and we both enjoy the show.

You see, my husband is amazing.  He's thoughtful, understanding, and every bit the rock star bad @$$ that Bourdain is.  So what gives?  Why was I snogging the travel show host in a Japanese steakhouse last night?  None of my celebrity crushes have ever shown up in my dreams before.  Okay, so there was that one with Bruce Boxleitner...

Maybe the dream was brought on by the seared tuna I made for dinner.  Maybe it was from that "nerve pill" I took earlier in the evening.  Maybe I just shouldn't watch Bourdain before bed.  

Then again, maybe I should!