Last night, I had a dream that Liam Neeson came into my favorite restaurant and sat at the table next to mine. He acted like he didn't even know me. That really made me mad. Honestly, whose dream was it anyway?

I like to carry my, There is no I in Team, poster around with me at work to remind my employees that we are all one cooperative unit. I was reminded that there is no We in team either.

I have scoured the earth in search of my soulmate, Internet dating, dance classes, singles clubs and relationship seminars. Now that the earth is sparkly and clean, I'll go scour the sink.

Warning: Book signings can be a frightening experience for some readers. Next time, before I sit down at my little table, I will announce, "Attention readers, we have a local author with us today. We hope you will do your best to have brief eye contact with her as you enter the store. If you find yourself close enough to be at arm's length with the author, you may be offered a bookmark, in which case you may accept. Do not establish eye contact if you do not wish to communicate. If the author or her cohort talks to you, touches you, accosts or molests you in any way, please file a complaint with the store manager. Do not, under any circumstances, accept food items from a strange writer. After much research, we have found writers to be the main source of symptoms such as, rawness of throat, nausea, acute gastroenteritis, fever, giddiness, headache, delirium, severe stomach pains, weakness, slow breathing, sharp pains in the spine, coma and possibly death from respiratory arrest. We understand your reluctance to converse with writers. They are reported to be reclusive, miserable, deviant and possess many of the same traits as serial killers. We regret, as annoying as they are, that we must at times offer them an occasional day of recognition. After all, without them, you might ask yourself, WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING IN HERE?"