Pony Pal™ Tripp is having Condidreams. How jealous am I?
It was both enlightening and disturbing. I want more.
In my dream, she seemed so vulnerable when I told her that I noticed how she relaxed her shoulders as we were watching George and crew play volleyball. She seemed like she was at peace for once. Such a beautiful moment... and then that lady came in with the jar of pickles. I still haven't figured that one out.
This may very well top the Fireman/Shaving Cream dream of 1987. Thank goodness that one didn't come true.
1 comment:
Holy Cow!
If I was a man having a dream with that particular image in it, I'd sleep wearing a cast iron codpiece.
She looks like she could Bobbitize a man with those choppers.
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