Confessions of a Shattered Mind
I am a dreamer. I like to pretend I am a guest on Ellen. Wouldn't you just love to shoot the breeze with her? I also will in turn pretend that I am the cool talk show host who gets to interview everyone. Wouldn't you love to sit and chat with Harrison Ford? Of course my daughter would insist on Taylor Lautner. I also like to dream that I have written a best selling novel. And then it becomes a series. And then the series becomes a movie. And then all of the books are movies. And I am suddenly the next pop culture icon. I also like to go and visit my happy place. There are no kids there. There are no dishes. No laundry. Just me and my thoughts. And probably some kind of fruity beverage with an umbrella...sans alcohol. I go there a lot. One day I will really go there. Am I alone in my fantasies?