Last night after dinner, I was watching an interview with the Australian women who shot her (extremely) abusive husband. When I went to bed I had a dream that I was in the exact same relationship - Very abusive. But my husband was......Michael Jackson
What the what?
On the way to work this morning, listening to my Ipod (on shuffle) MJ songs kept playing. I took this as an apology from the universe for making Michael a bad man in my dream - I accept.
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