Both Wednesday and Thursday I suffered through air-headed "news" stories on Tom Cruise's baby on "The Early Show" on CBS. I was stuck on a treadmill, and somebody else had the remote control, otherwise I'd have changed the channel. NBC, ABC, CNN, and Fox probably were running the same story.
But anyway, this morning I had a dream about Mr. Cruise. I blame CBS. I was in the tiny back seat of his BMW Z4 (which in reality doesn't have a back seat). He was admonishing me to never, EVER ding the paint if I ever drove it, and anyway, I would never, EVER drive it. Meanwhile, he was trying to park it next to his Porsche, and he scraped the two together with a satisfying crunch.
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A meaningless word I made up. Apparently, I'm not the only one. Nor, alas, am I the only Joey.
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