Beneath the Wraps

I thought I would share some thoughts on the bizarre dream that I had this morning – though many of the details were already gone before Roland requested that I make pancakes – and then chop up some vegetables for the meatball stew . . . “I’m not even dressed yet!” I thought.  After all I had mentioned that I had two hours before I would leave for work and that I needed to take a shower.  Thus this post has been put on the back burner.  So do I start with the dream or the cake?            I took pictures of the cake that we made on Saturday.  Jenna had done the entire cake part by herself and I frosted it and poured over coconut.  The intention was not for the purpose of giving the appearance of a giant snowball, but that is what I thought it looked like:           So moving on to the dream which took place sometime between 3 and 6 this morning....

  In this post I mention A.L. Herbert’s book “Murder with Fried Chicken”.    I am now reading “Murder with Macaroni and Cheese” and am laughing at the crazy characters who get involved with yet another murder.   They have just discovered the body in a house where they didn’t belong and have returned to the scene of the crime.   I am just shaking my head about the choices they seem to be making because they are not wise choices, but because it is fiction, it is funny.   Halia had been asked to cater her own class reunion.   There are quite a few chapters that introduce us to various characters and relationships. I had not figured out the victim of the last book, but had guessed who the victim was long before the murder – which they only suspect is a murder at this point.   But then they go and blab it to those who could very well be suspects. This is what I am reading when I am not sleeping or fighting the infection that has been ...