When I got up this morning, I thought for an instant that I was Kathleen Turner as Joan Wilder, needing to slap a sticky-note reminder on all the out-of paper products that confronted me.
No sooner had I entered the kitchen and rinsed out a cup than I noticed I was not as psychic as I believe myself to be.
My life is not exactly a romance novel. But I COULD think I was Kathleen Turner. She went to my college, you know. Okay, so she only went there two years, and I didn't get there until after she'd already graduated with her degree from some other college. But still, Kathleen Turner went to my college. Sure, it's not like I went to 8th grade with Colin Firth. But I also did my student teaching at the high school where Brad Pitt attended. During the years he was there! He might even have been in my class. But the only celebrity I remember was a kid who was in the Baldknobbers show in Branson, and always getting excused.
Anyhoo...getting back to me being Kathleen Turner as Joan Wilder...I might not take a ride in Pepe the Little Mule, looking for El Tenedor del Diablo. But I could take a ride in Gator the Gator, riding with El Diablo himself.
I do not expect to become a best-selling author of romance novels, take a wild ride down a muddy embankment in Colombia while there to rescue my sister, sniff a bale of burning weed in a crashed plane while swigging from a bottle of tequila, or see a sailboat cruising up the street in front of the homestead.
But for a moment this morning, I was Kathleen Turner as Joan Wilder.