Friday night I dreamt of a 4x4 table, me Dave and the boys sitting around and plates of pancakes (both plain and blueberry) which were 1 foot in diameter. Then I had to dry my hair in the bathroom. As a postscript - Saturday evening my Dad invited my family to a pancake breakfast on Sunday morning. Hmmm - Maybe my mind was telling me something. Of course, the pancakes didn't taste nearly as good on Sunday as they looked in my dream the night before.
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