After 7 days and 7 hours, we have internet at the home again! And a dial tone on our landline!

Last night, I dreamed that I was a spy, and had these two suspicious packages that I thought were bombs. In the process of disarming them, I discovered they weren’t bombs,  but cinnamon roll dough. Also in the process of disarming the “bombs” I wrecked the preparation instructions, particularly the part where it tells you what size to cut the pieces. So, having no other choice, I made one giant cinnamon roll, using two packages of cinnamon roll dough, on a giant cookie sheet. Everyone was excited. (all the other spies, I guess, I don’t know who was there) 

The giant cinnamon roll was just getting ready to come out of the oven, I had the sugar icing in my hand, ready to put it on, when…

The alarm clock went off, and I woke up. 

Isn’t that the way it always is in dreams?

Have a good weekend!