I had a "bad" dream the other night about Natalie Portman. The Closer version of her when she was messing with Clive Owen. My one mistake was telling the wife about it, in detail, because, y'know, we don't hide secrets...btw, I was Clive in this dream.
And then both of us watching the Oscars on Sunday, and Natalie's Dior ad came on... Me: <pretending not to watch the screen at all while peeking looks> "Adele sure was great tonight, yeah?" Wife: <staring directly at me> "Yup."
