Yesterday afternoon, on our way home from our weekly library date, I turned to my husband said, “You know, if we ever won the lottery and I was a little bit healthier than I am now, I would go back to school and get a Master’s Degree in Creative Writing, just for the joy of working with amazing writers, and to take my writing to the next level.”
“Baby,” my husband said, “if we won the lottery, we could hire an entire stable of writers to be your bitches. You could have one to bring you meals, one to clean the house, and then they could all write exposes about how horribly we treat them.”
“Oh, so it would be a win for everyone.”
“Exactly.”
Yep- dreaming big