Or this one, vw:
"Friendship is a sheltering tree." Coleridge
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Or this one, vw:
"Friendship is a sheltering tree." Coleridge
I forgot
Welcome Belles!
Okay, I had a dream last night that one of you was pregnant. If you are and haven't announced it yet, just let me go on record as saying if this is a prophetic dream, I need to open up my own psychic hotline.
(It was a specific person, but I'm not saying who it was, because if they are pregnant, they can announce it whenever the hell they feel like it, and if they aren't, then I look like a dork.)
Since there's no star in the east, you know it's not me.
Teppy, I am not pregnant (to my knowledge, and it's fairly unlikely I would be). Was it me?
The rest of my dream involved my brother's fiancee dying, which made me SOB through the rest of the dream, and Christmas at my Grandma's house, where my best friend showed up, and then Jon B. showed up, followed by JZ and Hec, and I introduced all 3 of them to my best friend as "those internet people."
This was all interspersed with my brother's fiancee dying, so I was continually sobbing, which prompted one of the 3 visiting Buffistas to ask "Why are you sad? We're here to see you!"
And then I ran to the backyard and hid in a haystack. No, really.
Teppy, I am not pregnant (to my knowledge, and it's fairly unlikely I would be). Was it me?
It was not you. So my psychic abilities are as of yet unconfirmed.
Teppy I fell to the Communists yesterday, so it can't be me.
I'm not pregnant. I hope.
Not me. Probably. Hopefully.