Exhibit #5689047 as to why

my husband is a saint for putting up with me

You can rate my mental illness number at the end.

That being said, I usually remember my dreams and while they are all a little kooky, this one takes the cake because it was just so ALL over the place!!!

It started with me and my girlfriends from college sitting in the parlor at Mt. Vernon (Washington's home) in Virginia.

We had been transported back in time and were all wearing these frilly lace caps and the shawls, the whole nine yards and then George's wife walks in and it's REESE WITHERSPOON!!

We are drinking tea and whispering in low voices about the coming conflict with England. After tea we decided to go for a walk in the gardens and walked out the front door and ended up in MY kitchen in modern time!

So we're all sitting around my table drinking wine (see I told you it was modern times) and a very pregnant attorney from work is trying to teach me how to knit.

I decided I needed my camera so I could take a picture of us all together again and went upstairs to my craft room and this gal I only know from the Internet was in my craft room and GAVE me a brand new Canon Digital camera and proceeded to show me how to switch the dial in manual to take blurred background and freeze frame shots.

So I went downstairs all excited to show off my new toy, but all my girlfriends were gone.

BUT Reese Witherspoon was BACK!!!

AND she was loading my dishwasher with wine glasses from the party.

Her daughter Ava was at a little table drinking tea.

So there...weigh in with my mental illness number of the day!

And before anyone asks I only had TWO, yes TWO, glasses of wine last night.

And just because it needs to get weirder, when I told the pregnant attorney about my dream this morning, she gave me this funny look and said "Uhhhmmmm....the bun in my oven? It's a girl. We're naming her Reese"