Megan Hart loves me by the way. She gets my Shia obsession! Love you Megan!

I dreamed a crazy dream again last night. The book I’m writing on, the heroine works in retail. And so I’m drawing on my own retail experiences. So of course I dream about all of those people I used to work with years ago. And I dreamed about a big giant motor home (my husband works at a RV dealership). How I had to drive that motorhome and I couldn’t figure it out. I was wrecking but not hurting anything, cos you know, it’s a dream.

So who came to my rescue? Shelley Bradley! Yes she told me, line that sucker up and she’ll drive it back to the hotel (yeah we’re at a hotel, I don’t get it either). So I line it up – in the stockroom of Target. What? I know! But Shelley drove it out of Target (she told me she had everyone move out all the racks!) and drove it right back to the hotel. And then I woke up.

What the hell is that all about? I bonded with Shelley at the Dallas airport last year when we were stranded on our way to RT so now she’s become an motor home driving expert in my mind? So weird…