Dreamt that there was a party going on here. Ron and Tim were both here. I had a friend who was a pretty young blonde. She had a hispanic boyfriend who we caught making out with a load of other girls around the corner in a city alley. I'd told her something like not to bother he wasn't worth the trouble. Tim kissed me in the bathroom and I asked him if he missed being my friend that much, and he said, he did. Then, I was on the back porch with a young sandy haired man, and we were talking about the forty-four years Ron and I had spent together, how we pulled that off.
(I have a couple of these dolls listed in my Ebay shop, but I'm keeping Liz and Francie. Thanks!)
