Charles in charge of my days... and oh those nights

No one (even someone raised in the 80's who adored Chachi) should be having salacious dreams about Scott Baio. And yet, night shift strikes again and here I am with vivid dreams of a romantic evening with Charles in Charge himself.


Basically, it was this. Scott and I are on a picnic and it starts to rain and suddenly we're spinning round and round like a scene from one of those lame movies. Apparently, there is nothing more romantic than being dizzy and soggy. Then he looks into my eyes and says "My dear, you are delightful."

I swear to God. These are some really good drugs.