I'm feeling pretty good about this new weekly segment and want to thank everyone who linked up last week! I was so excited to see that others thought it was a fun idea too.
You know, sometimes things only sound good in your head and you're afraid to get em out there. Ha! This coming from the woman who tells everyone every time she craps her pants...strange.
Anyway, onto my next F-Bomb moment! It's a doozy.
First off I feel that I have to tell you that I never, ever have perverted dreams. Ever. I have all kinds of weird dreams, but never like that. So this one was quite shocking. And real.
Okay, so in this dream, I was just standing really close to this really tall guy. I knew it wasn't my husband. I think. (side note to husband: wtf? i have
no clue. sorry.)
I was really comfortable with this person, whoever it was. And all of a sudden we kissed. Did I kiss him or did he kiss me? Again, I have no idea.
It was a nice kiss. Comfortable. Whoever this was, I felt good around them.
Someone says something to us and we pull apart. I looked up to apologize for the interruption and this is who I see...
WHAT THE EFF?? SERIOUSLY?! WHAT IS THAT?? WHY OR HOW DID THAT...Um...NO. NO, NO, NO!! YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!
Okay, so I don't want to psycho-analyze the reasons behind this dream. I don't even want to think about it. I'm pretty sure it would scare the ever lovin' crap outta me.
Aside from politics and all that...HE'S OLD!
A helluva lot older than me anyway. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm gonna look this up...hold on...
Holy HECK! He's 60!! He's older than my dad!
You know, this post has been traumatic for me, I'm gonna go now.
I told you mine (painful as it was), now you tell us yours!!
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