Three Wise Guys: Dreaming of Kornheiser, Downtown PB and J, Short Urinals, Sandbags
Dear Wise Guys:
If your wife or girlfriend had a dream of having S-E-X with another man, would you rather she tell you or not? I feel guilty, and I want to know if I should tell my husband. The sad part is the stranger in my dream does not look like Brad Pitt or David Beckham, more like Tony Kornheiser! I've asked my husband if he's ever dreamed of having S-E-X with another woman, and he said, "No!"
Joe: Why are you spelling out S-E-X? Is there a 3-year-old in the room? I don't know about telling your husband, but you should definitely tell Tony Kornheiser.
Dan: You can reach him by yelling at the TV.
Justin: No matter how secure a man is, he probably doesn't want to hear about his wife's sexy dreams about another man. Especially Tony K. Keep it to yourself, and don't feel guilty. Dreams are both weird and out of your control. My wife and I have a strict rule: We share only dreams that involve dinosaurs and sports heroics.
Joe: That sounds S-E-X-Y.
Dear Wise Guys:
I work downtown, and I had a craving for a good peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch, maybe grilled? After looking online and in some of my favorite delis, no one seems to make one in D.C. Any suggestions?
Joe: I know a great place, Mike. It's called your kitchen. Bring it from home.
Dan: Potbelly Sandwich Works on L Street NW has a PB and J, ungrilled. As an alternative, find an elementary school and wander into the cafeteria. Make sure you wear a backpack. Keep your head down, buy a sandwich from the lunch lady and throw it onto your George Foreman grill when you get back to the office.