I had a dream of high school, where Mr. Eccles had taken over Mrs. Proffitt's agriculture room and we were all studying. In the midst of this, walking between classes, I saw the hands down most gorgeous man ever, who was supposed to be one of the many brothers of a student. He had a son with him, and I made a joke about 'unattainable' but he insisted I come home with him.

He had a huge house off of 142, and it was so lovely. I was so surprised that he had me come with him, in spite of the fact he was obviously married. His gorgeous wife came home, gracious in spite of a car accident that left her tousled and upset. And then... another wife came home!

I was lustin' on a polygamist! And I was pretty sure I'd tolerate it, too. That house and that face did a lot of converting.