I don’t know if I’ve been dipping too much into the Christmas fudge or what , but I can’t stop dreaming.
I dreamt I was young and got married.
On our honeymoon, my new husband and I went to a thrift store where he was giddy because of his discovery of a Harry Potter book he had never read (whereas I had to admit to him that I’ve never read those books). I looked at a set of three oven mitts by Better Crocker, but I put them back because one of them didn’t fit right.
Then, we went to Disneyland and went on only one ride.
After all this excitement , I sang a solo to “I Am Broken” in front of a room cram-packed full of people. This was the nightmare portion of my dream; we all know how I feel about solo-singing in public.
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