Monday, September 21, 2009


Last night I dreamt I walked into a storefront and ordered some sushi from the beautiful darkhaired woman behind the glass counter.
While she was fixing my meal, she nodded to the purple fliers on the countertop. They were advertising a special political fundraiser -- a chocolate making, bake sale, love fest being thrown by all of the witches in Chicago. She said we were going to infiltrate the party with decadent deliciousness. She asked me if I could make frosting from scratch. I told her I could; my grandma taught me.

3 comments:

DAVE BONES said...
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DAVE BONES said...

make the frosting the witches will come

La Sirena said...

If I knew they were coming, I would bake a cake...