Last night, I had one of those dreams that makes you wonder just what the heck your psyche is trying to tell you, anyway.
It started with some very typical weird-illogical-dream sequence that's besides the point. The real juicy stuff began when a young, shirtless Adonis with a mop of sun-blonded curls suddenly appeared. He caught my eye and a knowing grin spread across his face. As he sauntered closer, I shot him my best flirtatious sidelong glance. He responded by leaning in closer to me, and...
"What's that," he asked, his smile turning into a frown. He pointed to the skin just under my left eye.
"Those are bags. Under my eyes. Because I'm old, and I'm tired all the time," I explained.
"...oh," he said, clearly nonplussed. "It doesn't matter," I continued. "I'm married, so I shouldn't be flirting anyway."
So do you all get this? Are you picking up what I'm putting down??? If not, here it is: I'm old, married and boring all the way down to my subconscious. And if that ain't a sorry state of affairs, I don't know what is!