I forgot to tell you about a dream I had yesterday morning.

I was Peter Griffin; my ex was Lois.

She's trying to tell me that what I'm looking at in a magazine is NOT Angelina Jolies' boobies...

I'm like "C'mon Lois, you can't tell me these aren't... er... well, they're flower pots. Anyway, check out Gillian Anderson's... hmm, flower pots. (turn page) WELL Brad Pitt certainly has a nice... flower pot..."

I set down the magazine, and I see that the cover reads: "Flower Pots Monthly"

Laughed my ass off while I was making coffee :)