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"No, I didn't."
"I sent it to you in the mail," he assured me.
"I have to check." I hung up.
I searched through the stack of mail. There was nothing. No wedding invite.
My heart started to race as I looked down at the pile of old newspapers I had organized. I threw old mail away earlier that were mixed in the pile.
I hope it didn't get shuffled in the mail I threw away!
I had a dream about this dream this last night. I was retelling Jonny the dream.
- Jonny was my old roommate/co-worker. We got along great. Everything about him surprised me to his musical tastes, family values, and philosophies on life. In a good way, of course. He had gone through a dark period when I lived him.
- It makes my heart happy to hear that he's doing well. I sent him a text message asking if he was possibly engaged or planned or getting engaged. His reply: "Actually I am. I'm planning a trip to Paris with my girlfriend and I'm going to propose to her there next month. Girl you psychic?"
- "I've always thought in another life that I was psychic," was part of my response. I can predict with certainty that he will propose in front of the castle at Disneyland Paris.
