Whenever life deals me a tough hand and I find my mind cluttered, my heart heavy and I'm unable to make a tough decision...
...I ask myself, "What would Erik Estrada do?"
The scales fall from my eyes, the Heavens open wide and the path is made clear every time.
God Bless You, Erik Estrada.
In my dream last night we were walking along the beach. I looked back and saw only one set of footprints in the sand. I asked where you went. You said that you were always here and that those were the times when I couldn't stand on my own: you were carrying me
...in your thick manly arms - chest well-oiled and glistening in the moonlight... your warm musky scent filling the air making my head spin.
Ummmm... what was I talking about?