Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Last night I was having an R-rated dream:  I was dating Bret Michaels --well "dating" might be a stretch--but we were out at a pool hall so that's more "dating" than I've done in a long while.  And, why did Mr. Sandman choose him for my dream mate?  I have no idea. but anyway, there was lingerie involved and I was admiring my nice tan, when I heard a baby crying.  I said to Bret "Who has a baby in a bar??".  The crying continued and suddenly I was being ripped through dream land to the harsh reality of being awaken by an angry, angry baby.  My baby.  I don't know what Boden's problem was but he wanted to yell about it for an hour and a half in the middle of the night...in the middle of my nice dream.  The nerve of that kid, sheesh.