Last night I dreamed about Jon Stewart.
You know how much I love Jon Stewart.
You know how much I think he is a national treasure.
You know how much he resides in the place in my heart that most women reserve for Colin Farrell or Brad Pitt.
So I dreamed about him last night. Can you guess what he and I did together all night long in my dream?
We told borscht belt jokes, made fun of George Bush, skewered everyone from relics of Term One like Karen Hughes all the way up to flavor du jour CIA Director Hayden, and at the end of our long, energetic and deeply satisfying comedy rendezvous, he looked in my eyes and said tenderly, "Haggis, you are hilarious."
Yeah baby. That's what I call a good night's sleep.
Haggis, Baby, You Are Hilarious.