Oprah visited me last night.
I didn’t feel all that tired yesterday, but I fell fast asleep as soon as I laid down to cuddle the little one at bedtime. It was one of those naps where time doesn’t pass by at a normal rate. There was a long time to process my day through my rapid-fire dreams in that half hour of sleep. All the hard work I had done over the weekend had left me properly motivated to have a productive and pretty life-changing Monday. The energy of change seeped into my dreams where my blog was visited by the lovely Ms. Oprah Winfrey.
Her handle, if I remember correctly was “Oprah_Winfrey” (imaginative!)
The problem is that I woke up as soon as the notification of her comment came up on my phone, and all I got to see was that she had left one.
In a sort of a foggy daze, I got up from the lower bunk bed and walked into the bedroom where my husband was watching football. I was strangely uplifted for having just woken up, and I felt a drive to succeed (in everything), and an air of confidence that I deserved success and I could hold up my end of the bargain to keep meeting my potential.
Then I was sad. You know, that “damn, it was just a dream” kind of sad.
“I just remembered that I was in the middle of a good dream. Oprah read my blog and left a comment. Except I didn’t get to read what she said before I woke up.”
My husband laughed and said something about her having visited the blog to get a few tips to use on Steadman (or whatever her boyfriend’s name is). But then he said something that made me really laugh, “can you imagine if she was a sex blogger, she would be like, ‘orgasms for you, and for you, and for you! More orgasms for you over there…'”
I love my hubby, he is so funny.
I wonder what Oprah was going to say. I didn’t even catch which post she was commenting on. I never watched her show but I still trust and value her opinion on good literature.
Happy Monday all!
Hope you got laid over the weekend, I sure did!