AND THEN it hit me, yo. What kind of funky dreams does one have when they are a stay at home mom? Sad ones. Odd ones. Dreams that climb on rocks. Anyway!
Here’s the first in my little series:
“Last night I dreamed my dog was a super hero.”
And yes, that would be my Maya dog. Don’t you just want to eat her up? Or would you rather have cake? ‘Cause cake is inspirational, dammit! AND FULL OF SUGAR!
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
