When I have a lot on my mind, I have a very active dreamlife. In one night I dreamed that:
- I attended the funeral of a client’s mother
- I championed a battalion of nursing mothers who wanted to breastfeed in church
- Paris Hilton was trying to blackmail me
- Brad Pitt came to my rescue
I don’t even like Brad. I may have to reconsider that position, however.
OMG! Did you hear about Paris throwing up on stage? I think you could totally turn that around on her and your secret is safe. Did you ever know what she was blackmailing you about?
I’m really not sure, but it had something to do with the girls’ locker room . . . OK, that sounds so much like a Cinemax late night feature . . . but I DO know she was jealous of my, uh, more voluptuous self and happy life. I may not be a millionaire heiress but I do think I’m better off than Paris will ever be. Oh, and no, I didn’t hear about her throwing up on stage — I’ve only passed out on a stage — good for her!