I am linking to Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.
There i stood. Wet. Cold.
But, it seems i'm always standing, waiting, in the wet cold whenever i wake up from one of those
"it was a dark and stormy night" dreams.
Just once i wish i would wake up standing, waiting, in the bright warm sunshine from a
"it was a warm sunny day" dream.
There i stood. Very hot. Sweating. Burning. On fire!
One of those "it was a dark and stormy night" dreams.
Will i never learn?
Be careful what you wish for!