Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Christmas Dream

I woke up in a cold sweat! (Well, really more of a cool sweat.) Oh man, what a dream! I sat up and rubbed my eyes, trying to remember how it started. It may have been spurred on by our winter dinner at Franklin Mercantile. Or maybe the pizza I ate at midnight. Not sure.

Brett Favre was making angry bird sound effects trying to impress Kim Richards backstage at the Country Music Awards, and Keith Urban jokingly accused him of making a pass at her. Dan Quayle was enjoying his spa services, and apparently was pumped that Herman Cain dropped out of the race. He was telling his beautician Michelle Rounds while getting his glycolic or enzyme facial peel he was getting back into politics. Bob Dole laughed while getting his 1-hour hot stone massage. “Don’t do it potato boy. Politics are for the young and stupid!” Dan grimaced, and quipped, “This coming from a man who just got a haircut and a single-process color, cut and foil. In skinny jeans. Who’s trying to be young?”

In my dream, I glanced up on the wall at the sauna at a custom canvas photo of a group of guys on a golf outing at King’s Creek Golf Club. That’s when I heard Tim McGraw warming up his voice to go on stage and I covered my ears. I woke up with my ears covered to the alarm clock blaring one of his ridiculous love ballads, in a cool sweat.

I hit the snooze bar, glanced over at my Kroger and Restaurant.com gift cards, and climbed back in bed. This time, I want to dream about sugar plum fairies.

And that's the Real Dealio!


By Scott (Twitter: @Scott_Chaney)
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