Recovery Dream

I spent the entire morning trying to remember that high-larious thing I said yesterday to my friend that I swore I would write about today. But since I still can’t remember it, I decided instead to write about my co-dependency recovery dream. My friends were married (my childhood friend Betty and my friend Joe, who don’t even know each other in real life). We were all climbing up a steep hill/cliff, and we were slipping and struggling, and then Betty fell and started rolling down a hill, and Joe went after her, only to find himself hanging on the cliff’s edge with Betty. discount here levitra canada pharmacy Only remember that Caverta works only in the presence of sexual stimulation. Put all of these questions into an email and explain how you received their email and checked out their website and place your order. cheap cialis soft appalachianmagazine.com Tell your doctor viagra canada pharmacies immediately if any of these medications. You have to fill up the form of online order continue reading these guys generico viagra on line registration. And I was above staring down at them and thinking, “hell, if I’m going after them,” because I’ve spent my entire life falling down hills for people. But then a miraculous helicopter came up and rescued them, and laid them gently down and this really handsome man who ran the helicopter kissed Betty on the head.

I guess on second thought it wasn’t that great of a recovery dream because I was still staring down at them from where I was climbing, instead of getting myself up the hill.

Just for today, I can look at the top of the hill.