Sorry for the lack of content yesterday. You can blame it on whoever put my head in a vise and filled the rest of my joints with coarse sand.
Meds were applied resulting in fractured dreams. You know, when the evil priestess kidnaps you and drags you back to her fortress, you expect her dungeon to be a little more foreboding than your average church basement complete with casserole and dude in the denim apron.
My church-basement dungeon from Hell is filled with tuna-noodle casseroles with crumb-topping. For the longest time, that was my Thursday Night.
Ummm…er… Casserole and a denim apron??? Must have been some ‘good’ stuff!
Aaaah, yes…one of “those” dreams. In mine, its usually Kate Beckinsale wearing the denim apron. And a smile. And not much else. And the casserole is divine, of course!
Hope you feel better soon!
Yuck! Feel better!!