I don't know why I was having a yard sale on a cruise ship in a dream this morning, and I especially don't know why Rosie O'Donnell walked up to me, a mass of people in her wake, so that she could pluck hairs from one of my eyebrows.

Just one. Apparently the other eyebrow was tidy enough.

And I really don't know why, as she passed with that wake of people behind her, someone reached out and stole the $4.50 I had earned from selling my collective crap on the cruise ship. But I do appreciate that Rosie herself, upon hearing that the woman with the wayward eyebrow had been ripped off, came back all by herself later and gave me $5 to make up for it.

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