
I've told you how weird and wonderful J-Mom is, mother to HolySister and myself. I don't think I've told you how she dreams in great detail, or how she ALWAYS remembers her dreams. (she taught herself this skill as a child)
I know, i know. I said I was busy, and I am. This isnt' really me blogging, it's J-Mom. Just cutting and pasting what follows, because it was too wonderfully odd not to share. (I read it twice)
I will call today or tomorrow.
Love,
Mom
PS. Kelsey, I dreamed a new phrase you may want to use
in your blog someday or HolySister could use it in a
poem- "bored shorts". It was part of a dream I had
about wandering around in Milan without a map. I had a
suitcase and a vaccuum cleaner with me. I saw a lovely
house with two women vaccuuming so I joined in
thinking it was a hotel. It wasn't. It was a holiday
house for three sisters and their children. One of the
sisters was a successful author and shoe designer.
They lived on central submarine standard time. They
were late arriving in Milan because the submarine had
to go back to Gibralter to pick up the table napkins
for the season.
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I no longer wonder where you got your sense of humor or how Holysister came up with Little Bigpig, Alabama.