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?
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by Kelly
Your love is best expressed via wet, sloppy kisses? You waggle the bottom half of yourself when he returns home at night? You expect your devotion to be returned by regular trips to the vet? Your cold nose signals you are not only healthy but also in love?
I agree, Kelly. This is a tough one to figure out! When I was in high school, my roommate and I had a list of classic talking-in-our-sleep lines!