I've had a blog since September 2001. I'm a former nail tech, current un-published author, and mother to five children: three in heaven, two on earth. This is where I come to write about whatever's on my mind.
Friday, May 1, 2015
Mrs. Dean Winchester
Last night, I had a dream that I was married to Dean Winchester. Not the actor who plays him (Jensen Ackles) but the character himself. I went to a Christmas party with friends and was mad at Dean for something so I decided I was going to cheat on him. I went to a website on my phone where you could "buy" an Italian guy who was in prison. I ordered one and waited for him to be delivered. I told one of the other girls at the party that I would only keep him if he were cute. Turned out he was cute (tall, dark curly hair) and really young. I can't remember his name, but he only spoke a little English. He came with a note stating what was wrong with him (he had something wrong with his brain that messed up his balance or something) and, unbeknownst to me, developed a crush on another girl at the party. Somehow, Dean found out about all this and said he was swinging by. I panicked and told everyone to say that the Italian guy was the new dishwasher I hired. Dean came and was making his rounds at the party and guilt overwhelmed me. I ran up to him while he was talking, put my hands on his waist, and said, "Dean, can I talk to you for a moment?" He said yeah and we walked away from the party. I started crying and hugging him, the realization that I was married to freakin' Dean Winchester finally sinking in, and apologized for my stupid moment.
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