Not American Idol Material

Colin said I was whimpering in my sleep last night. I distinctly remembered singing in my dream. I was belting out. I was Judy Garland singing the Trolley song. You know...Clang, clang goes the trolley, ring, ring goes the bell. (I had TiVo-ed Meet Me in St Louis and couldn't wait to watch it.) In my dream, I was channeling Ms. Garland. I was singing gloriously, spectacularly. Of course, it was all in my head. I was singing, I insisted. No, shaking his head, you were definitely not singing. Whimpering. As in pain. Sigh.

I was singing like Ms. Garland. I swear. It was a good dream.