Last night I had a dream that Willie Nelson was an assasin hired to kill me.

Really!

I’m not Kidding!

OK, you can stop laughing …anytime now!

So, I spent the better part of my REM time fleeing from him in a show cattle barn. Weird…yes, and for what? Maybe I knitted a reeeeallly bad sweater. Who knows. But that’s the nature of dreams right?

Anyway, it probably would not have happened if the girls and I hadn’t already gone through our Russel Stover boxes picking out all the good stuff, but since the hubby is away on business getting early V-day candy was a must and a mini slumber party ensued. This morning all that remains are the vague Willie Nelson dream memories and a few smushed up chocolates. (Did anyone else ever go through the smushing ritual so you could see what was inside Before you ate it? I still avoid those maple flavored ones…yecch!)

So I hope you all have a Happy Valentine’s Day (devoid of crazed country singers)