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Grinvelda Fairygodmother: You know what? Put a fork in me. I am DONE.  D-O-N-E. You’d think people appreciate your work. You go around waving your wand, bippity boppity.. And then, you’re told by some snot nose brat, “I don’t need a man to validate who I am”.???? LOL  Excuse me? The kingdom is starting to talk.  I saw her t-shirt and it scared the fairy crap outta me. Do you blame me for trying to intervene?“A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.” –Gloria Steinem   Unbelievable.

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Snow White Charming  Oh no! I’m so sorry Grinvelda! That’s horrible! How awful! Come over. I’ll fix you a little drink. Some people just don’t know what’s best for them! I for one don’t know what I would do without the men in my life. Tee hee 🙂  Love you! xoxox

Cindy Rella Prince Oh my dear!  I heart my new Vera Wang♥ You are the BEST! And don’t think about it for 2 seconds. I’ve been around these kinds of girls. They are so hopeless. You can’t save em all:( Are we still on for shopping? Text me!

Red  Are you freakin kiddin me? OMG!!! STAY THE HELL OUTTA MY LIFE YOU CRAZY FAIRYDUSTER!

Nightmare on 7th Street

My Beautiful Pinterest Boards. Hey. I’ve worked hard on these.

I’m a good sleeper. I love sleep. Sleep loves me. I need a good nine hours to wake up happy, and ready to go. Picture Snow White, as she scrubs pots and pans, all with a smile on her face. That’s me, well rested and prepared to tackle all the grumpy, sleepy, little dwarves in my family.

 Hush now. This is MY blog. I get to write it the way I want to.

I tossed and turned last night, and walked in and out of strange disconnected dreams. Usually, when that happens, I can’t remember the details of the ebbing images once my feet hit the floor.

Oh, but not this morning. No siree Bob. I remembered.

It was one of those dreams that starts out quite lovely. I was walking in a vineyard. My husband took me to Italy, and sometimes I dream about our long walks through tiny churches, villages; stopping only to drink wine. We stayed close to a little town called Montepulciano, in Tuscany ( In case you aren’t a huge Twilight fan like me, this is where New Moon was filmed).

 I like to refer to this trip as  the No Carb Left Behind mission. I relish my dream escapes from reality, where I travel back in time, but they come about as often as receiving checks in the mail.

I rubbed my dream hands together in delightful anticipation. It was going to be an Italy night! I haven’t had one of these dreams in a while.  O goody-goody gumdrops!

It was going so well. I could smell the rich soil, and see the brilliant golden  fields of sunflowers just over the hill. I was eating and eating. Past full, but not wanting to disappoint the little old Italian lady that was watching my love affair with the food she cooked, with an air of satisfied approval at my every bite.

And then, I was suddenly ripped out of my authentic Italiano, only to be unceremoniously dropped  in front of my computer. In South Dakota. Huh?

Have you ever noticed when you are in the dream world, you don’t find the nonsensical journey your mind takes at all alarming? And like a good little dreamer, I just soldiered on, and got with the program.

Well, here I am. I think I’ll do a little Pinterest, I thought.

 As I entered my login, the screen flashed back at me: Request an invite.

 I tried again. Request an invite.

In estimated dream time, I tried to login to retrieve my precious pins exactly 2,345 times. In the end, I realized the way my own personal nightmare would end.

My boards were gone.