I Dream of Lady Gaga

Last night I had another crazy dream. I dreamt that I was best friends with Stefani Germanotta, aka Lady Gaga. We had a great friendship. We borrowed each other's clothes (I know, ha-di-ha, I'm easily 2-3 times the size of Lady Gaga), did each other's hair and makeup, and had a great time being gal-pals. I taught her how to knit, and she taught me how to dress like a freak. I taught her how to crochet, and she taught me how to dance. But then she had the audacity to be unkind to my husband. And so I had to call her the "c" word. (Which, by the way, I would never actually say in real life. I am, if nothing else, a lady.) After I gave her the ultimate insult, she proceeded to attempt to beat me up. But, as I stated a moment before, I am easily 2-3 times her size. So I quickly over-took her and flattened her nose and knocked out a couple of teeth. And she had to take the stage for her show that evening looking like Ellie Mae Clampett.

I'd like to say in closing, I would never insult or hurt miss Gaga. I do think she's quite fabulous.

The end!