I Have a Dream
I have a dream, not a dream as altruistic as MLK’s but a dream none the less. It is to meet my hero, my muse my imaginary best friend Pioneer Woman, But I have a fear, a worry, and stress about maybe meeting P-Dubs, it’s what I will do with my hands.
I know the likelihood of ever meeting her is small but I play it out in my head over and over. First I have the delusion that if I somehow say or do the right thing that magically P-Dubs and I will become real life friends. Maybe she will invite me to dinner at the Lodge, invite me as a guest blogger on her website and we ride horses into the sunset while discussing homeschooling and family. Anyway, my hands…..
Robot Hands vs T-Rex Hands
Every time I imagine it I know that I would be overwhelmed with excitement and nervousness that my hands would do one of two things.
- T-Rex Hands
- Robot Hands
I don’t know why but when I imagine it my arms never work right. It’s either T-Rex or Robot. I can’t decide which one is worse. T-Rex hands make my hands awkwardly near my boobs or Robot hands look like I am trying to do an impression or vogue.
If the day ever comes where I meet her will update on what form my hands decided to take but for now, I will keep dreaming.