Last night I had a dream that I was a professional Justin Bieber impersonator and used my skills to sing about sex education to middle schoolers.
It was highly awkward when the kids found out that 1) I wasn’t actually Justin Bieber and 2) I was a woman.
Why can’t I dream about winning Mega Millions or going on a tropical vacation? Why brain, why?
Breakfast was something to sing about:
In fact, Jack Johnson penned a song about my breakfast!
Let’s make banana pancakes and pretend like it’s the weekend, okay?
Topped with sunflower buttah and coconut. Much better than gloppy syrup.
Going to squeeze in a workout and then it’s a full day at the clinic!
Are you plagued by strange dreams, too?