Today's not Monday. NO, it's officially janedavitt day!

It certainly was a terrific day - only a few years ago (right, Jane?) - when you were born and ::giggles:: changed the world. Mind you, I'm sure there are people who weren't expecting HOW you would change it.

Thank you for sharing yourself, your home life and your ... uh ... imagealicious words with all of us!

Today's not Monday. NO, it's officially janedavitt day!

It certainly was a terrific day - only a few years ago (right, Jane?) - when you were born and ::giggles:: changed the world. Mind you, I'm sure there are people who weren't expecting HOW you would change it.

Thank you for sharing yourself, your home life and your ... uh ... imagealicious words with all of us!

Oddball post of two beautiful things and one very weird one.

Just to break the suspense, yes, Chris Colfer is ONE of the beautiful things.

Anyway, back to yesterday. On the way home from church, my driver decided to take the Queensway. A good portion of it is the southern boundary of High Park (its land mass is larger than the principality of Monaco: trufax). I was astonished to see how many flowering trees there were, especially bright red ones (of a fuschia persuasion). I have no idea what they were, but I was simply entranced. [If I knew, you'd bee seeing an image --- RIGHT HERE.]

The very weird thing happened this morning. I woke up at 10:44. I'd been in the middle of a dream. I believe it was a hostage drama gone topsy-turvy. The kidnapper had been overpowered and was unconscious (from drugs, I believe). For some reason [please put on your incredulous caps], I was lugging his body around when suddenly he began to regain consciousness, his arms and legs slowly flailing about. So I laid him back onto the floor, conveniently next to the bodies of a couple of other unconscious victims. When he was fully conscious, he asked why he was down there (the cellar, I guess). I mentioned I was trying to revive him by moving his body. He boasted that, yes, all of his parts were functional ... including his 6 inches. [Uh ... can one roll one's eyes in a dream.]

Even though I'd been acting so nonchalant (hee!), I was quite scared, because in my eyes the other men were still unconscious. However, I was so relieved when one of the "unconscious" men (who looked very much like Patrick Stewart) reached out and put leg irons on the perp. I wanted to see everything again, as I'd missed some of the action, so I REWOUND MY BRAIN. The images were tinged in blue as they sped backwards. And then I woke up. Awwwwww. I wanted to know more about the dream. But, yay, I was calm, cool and collected. Yup, just call me Kate Beckett. Uh ... Rick? Where are you? ::giggles::

And, finally, we reach the luminous Chris Colfer. I swear, the makeup people on Glee do a splendid job. Yes, I rewatched last week's epi ... AGAIN. Chris has this way of looking so young and enraptured by the whole world: you know, wide-eyed and breathless.

So, that's my unusual Monday report.

Oddball post of two beautiful things and one very weird one.

Just to break the suspense, yes, Chris Colfer is ONE of the beautiful things.

Anyway, back to yesterday. On the way home from church, my driver decided to take the Queensway. A good portion of it is the southern boundary of High Park (its land mass is larger than the principality of Monaco: trufax). I was astonished to see how many flowering trees there were, especially bright red ones (of a fuschia persuasion). I have no idea what they were, but I was simply entranced. [If I knew, you'd bee seeing an image --- RIGHT HERE.]

The very weird thing happened this morning. I woke up at 10:44. I'd been in the middle of a dream. I believe it was a hostage drama gone topsy-turvy. The kidnapper had been overpowered and was unconscious (from drugs, I believe). For some reason [please put on your incredulous caps], I was lugging his body around when suddenly he began to regain consciousness, his arms and legs slowly flailing about. So I laid him back onto the floor, conveniently next to the bodies of a couple of other unconscious victims. When he was fully conscious, he asked why he was down there (the cellar, I guess). I mentioned I was trying to revive him by moving his body. He boasted that, yes, all of his parts were functional ... including his 6 inches. [Uh ... can one roll one's eyes in a dream.]

Even though I'd been acting so nonchalant (hee!), I was quite scared, because in my eyes the other men were still unconscious. However, I was so relieved when one of the "unconscious" men (who looked very much like Patrick Stewart) reached out and put leg irons on the perp. I wanted to see everything again, as I'd missed some of the action, so I REWOUND MY BRAIN. The images were tinged in blue as they sped backwards. And then I woke up. Awwwwww. I wanted to know more about the dream. But, yay, I was calm, cool and collected. Yup, just call me Kate Beckett. Uh ... Rick? Where are you? ::giggles::

And, finally, we reach the luminous Chris Colfer. I swear, the makeup people on Glee do a splendid job. Yes, I rewatched last week's epi ... AGAIN. Chris has this way of looking so young and enraptured by the whole world: you know, wide-eyed and breathless.

So, that's my unusual Monday report.