I had the most wonderful dream this morning. I was enchanting, irresistible, popular and happy. The Husband appeared in my dream, young and funny. He swept me off my feet and married me before I could even get my old wedding band off. He was gallant, charming, and irresistible. We were young and dashing.
I was woken by an autistic 10-year-old girl demanding that I get up and bring her a pink bra to the TV room. That thump you just heard was my heart, hitting the floor, rolling under the couch and getting covered in dust bunnies. I never did recover.
Now I've paid all the bills, answered my email, submitted a reimbursement form, and am blogging. Time? Waaaaay to late.
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