I've got the blues and I'm wondering if it's because I haven't found any roadside treasure in such a long, long time.
But that's not why. No friends, it's not.
I have the blues because life can be so damn complicated sometimes. Just when you think you're back on top of that beautiful palamino, and ready to take a jump, the palamino sniffs an apple, and off it runs, tossing you into a big muddle (which is Tiny's version of puddle).
I'm dreaming of a holiday. It's a fantasy holiday. I'm somewhere hanging out with my smalls, and Matt. Meandering through warm days together, burying our feet in the sand. Making big lazy breakfasts together. Playing games and puzzles. Simple things.
What are you dreaming about?