Ah, dreams. The one place where you can do and be and have whatever you want! Unless you're me, apparently.
I had the best dream that I never wanted to wake up from...I dreamed that somehow I was able to afford a really nice telescope, and I set it up in the yard, and everything I pointed it at was breathtaking. I saw a beautiful golden spiral galaxy near Cassiopeia, and a jaw-dropping purple and green nebula within Ursa Major...and then I was awoken from that wonderful dream by a text from my husband that simply said "LA face with an Oakland booty." (Photo of Owl Nebula borrowed from HERE.)
Penny Viriapah and I opened a salon together. I was doing a manicure on an Alzheimer's patient who kept trying to stand up and walk away. Her daughter kept getting really frustrated and said her mom liked music if I had any. I put my phone on shuffle and the first song to pop up was one by The Birthday Massacre. I was surprised to discover that the daughter was a fellow fan and knew all the lyrics. So we sang while I finished her mom's manicure.
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