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i have to write this dream down before i lose it.

i'm in a kitchen with tony danza, judith light, and katharine helmond. but they aren't the cast of "who's the boss?" i'm chit-chatting away with them and tell the katharine helmond woman that she looks an awful lot like mona. she's wearing one of dem fancy sweaters with shoulder pads and everything. i note that her teeth are squared off straight, but otherwise, she looks just like mona and could "be" mona. so let's play "who's the boss?"! tony danza can be tony, since he's tony danza! how convenient. and the judith light woman can be angela, since she looks like "richard lewis in drag" - i dennis miller quote my brother used to recount to me. judith light gets offended, and i apologize to her, saying it's just something i was used to saying, but she doesn't look like richard lewis in drag at all. nooo.

and i could play...jonathon, the faggy 12 year old! why? i don't know. perhaps my unconcious recognized that i really do hate alyssa milano, and especially as "thamantha". then i start doing my tony-danza-ish "TAMANTA! ANGULUH! MONUHH! JONUHTUN!" and i think annoying them all.

i think this was spurned on by all the american sitcom houses i saw in suburban michigan this weekend. and i kept saying to myself, my god, it really does exist.