This morning I rolled over in bed and gently shook my husband and said,
"Honey, I just dreamed that I gave birth to a toddler,"
His reaction was a series of grunts.
I pouted and said,
"Fine, I'll just go tell my blog then. It always listens."
I was supposed to be out last night shooting completely bogus 'grip n grins'. Instead, I played hookie and snuck away to capture the sweet evening light upon the landscape. I'll deal with the consequences later....unless dreaming about giving birth to a newborn toddler is a form of punishment?