I had a dream Tuesday night... I went to this beautiful old part of town with English Tudor houses, I was going to dinner at my friend Elton John's house. It was a gorgeous spread... Cheetos for appetizers, chicken and dumplings for dinner... And for dessert... OMG... for dessert he had... (Wait for it....) DORITOS!!
Then right afterwards I put on my white sweater that smelled like sugar cookies and went outside and got onto an old white painted wooden roller coaster with my hubby holding my hand and then I woke up.
If that dream didn't tell me how I'm feeling these days, nothing will.
So my hubby bought me a bag or Doritos, a bag of Cheetos and I had ONE from each bag. The dream has stopped and I'm ok now.
Sometimes I think you just gotta let yourself taste/have what you want to get past it and keep moving forward.
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