Romantic? Me? Not really. But I like to read about it….and apparently, dream about it (get your heads out of the gutter, you 50 shades of grey whores). I woke up early this morning (anytime before 7am is considered early in my book), from a dream. In that dream, I was writing my husband a love letter. And it was perfect. Touching, witty, sassy and tender….since I only possess one of those qualities, you can imagine my excitement. But laziness prevailed, and instead of getting out of bed and rushing to write down every monumental word, I did what I always do…..started chanting the words in my head, recited them 3 times, then promptly fell back asleep. Note to self: memorization techniques in a state of semi-unconsciousness = pointless. So now I can only remember one line…wait for it…. (coughcoughclearingmythroatbigdramaticpause), “My love for you is like a dog.” Oh, I’m sorry, were you really expecting something good? Because honestly, that is all I remember. I’m pretty sure there was something tremendously clever both before and after such an epic line, because I remember waking up from my dream thinking it was literary genius…but we’ll never know, will we?
This sweet little girl was so good to me…I forgot how much I loved this session…see, memory issues I tell ya. Isn’t she a doll?
How young is too young for high heels? 5 days sounds about right
Apparently, it was coming on Christmas….Joni Mitchell anyone?