Who: Penny and George What: Therapy session. Heaven knows Penny needs it. When: Tuesday afternoon Where: George's Office Rating: Likely hilarious
"So what you're saying is that I want Toni Spinelli?"
It was bad enough that Penny had spent the last half hour going through all the horrific details of her dream with Toni. Now Dr. Anderson was probably going to think she was just another sex-crazed teenager with raging hormones. Penny sighed and fiddled with her cell phone in the pocket of her sweater. Maybe it had been a bad idea to come to Dr. Anderson with all this. Everything said in that room was supposed to stay there, but it wasn't as if he couldn't just bump into her parents at the grocery store one day and let it slip that, "Oh by the way, your daughter likes Italian sausages in misty elevators."
It was ridiculous. This whole thing was ridiculous. All because of that stupid dream and now she was having an even harder time trying to get to sleep. "I don't want Toni Spinelli. I can hardly stand the sight of him. He gets me so upset all the time I could scream. We never agree on anything. We're always fighting." She shook her head. Why did it have to be him? Why couldn't it have been anyone else? If it had been Tino, for instance, she could have just chalked it up to their little pretend romance that was more for laughs than anything else. Their friendship was so platonic that Plato could have used it as an example in his teachings. No, it had to be the person she hated the most. And what was worse? She just couldn't get it out of her head.