This morning I dreamed we were staying with my husbands grandmother. She was a tiny woman with blonde curly hair worn in a long braid that hung down to her waist. She spoke to us in French.
We had a two inch by six inch miniature tiger. "This is what happens from cross breeding in poor neighborhoods" my husband said. I wondered what it had been bred with. A baby pet store alligator, I thought.
Saturday, March 07, 2015
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