Finally, I slept well last night. Since I’ve been sick, I’ve been sleeping like shit, but last night I slept like a dream. And I dreamed I was on Dirty Jobs. And it was my job to hug Mike Rowe and feel his muscles. Well, obviously, that wasn’t my job. I was supposed to be showing him how to do some dirty job or another, but that’s what I was doing.
I swear, I don’t understand why people don’t just invent dirty jobs for the sake of having him show up.
Shoot, I tell you what, I’ve got half a mind to call him the next time the tiny cat pulls all her butt hair out and have him help me grease her up. That’s a job no one wants.