If you haven’t figured it out by now, I’m just a little bit crazy. Last night I had a dream about Colin Firth, and it was a typically (not atypically) weird one.
This friend of mine called me up and told me to go with her to this place because Colin Firth was going to be there. I’m not sure what or where this place was, but we went. Lo and behold, there was Colin Firth and his wife sitting at one of the many picnic tables! Maybe this dream wasn’t very realistic because no one was bothering them. My friend sat next to CF, and I sat next to his wife. I might point out now that he was wearing a hideous sweater à la Mr. Darcy in Bridget Jones, but that it was somehow Nickelodeon-related instead of Christmasy. (I really hope that it was SpongeBob.) Continue reading