This morning, the raspberry/coconut horrors were gone. Woooo! Woooo! The Blue Ribbon chocolate, creme-filled 3 Finger Cakes (man, we're talking off, off brand here) are MINE, MINE I SAY! I whipped out a fresh bill and had it shoved in that machine faster than a lady with grotesquely long fingernails can shoot you a look that says, "Don't even come to this cash register." Really. That fast.

So now that I have the "cakes," I can't really expect the day to get any better.

I had a relaxing evening last night. Deb fed me about a pound of excellent meatloaf while we watched, and enjoyed, "Ed" for the first time. She gave me an hour-and-a-half massage to get rid of all those kinks in my shoulders and neck. Then we read aloud to each other in bed and finished the Miss Marple book. I was just barely awake enough to hear who the killer was, and out like a light.

I bought Katie a new dog bed last weekend. It's like a big pillow with cedar shavings inside and fluffy imitation lamb's wool outside. It has a zipper that clinks. When Katie gets ready to lie down on the thing, she's got to stomp it, paw at it, and turn around a million times. It sounds like spurs.

That's right ...

My dog's bed goes jingle jangle jingle.

More later, I'm sure.