The love of my life was born on this day. . . . The only problem is the year was 1846. I would have been a camp follower, thrown my possessions and education and what few morals I possess aside for this man.
Normal girlfriends fantasize about George Clooney, Russell Crowe, Brad Pitt. (Michelle dreams of Stonewall but I find that faintly sacrilegious.)
I dream of William F. Cody.
A Buffalo Bill Combination indeed. Ahhhhh. . . I'm having a glass of wine and retiring to my dreams.