I Was WRONG!!!

Perhaps not as lofty as Martin Luther King, Jr.’s, but I’m convinced meaning lies within. In my dream, I was at my Aunt Mary’s house (my real great aunt). But Aunt Mary’s house wasn’t Aunt Mary’s house. Her real house is an old two-story with lots of dark wood and antique fixtures. The dream house…
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Okay when I first read this I thought you were kidding. The fact that it was really there made me laugh, although it wasn’t really a ‘ha-ha’ kinda laugh it was more a ‘wow this is really f’ed up’ kinda laugh.
Fast forwarding helped this part too.
And what the hell was Rachel Ray even there for?
I admit. If I hadn’t seen it myself, it might have been hard to believe the dancing food thing.