On messages from higher powers.

So last night I had a dream.  It was lovely.  I was in the mall and there was a doughnut kiosk.  So I went up and ordered myself two.  Delicious.  They were beautiful with chocolate glaze and sprinkles [my favorite].

This morning when I woke up I checked my instagram as usual and J's cousin posted a picture of two beautiful doughnuts with sprinkles.  Seriously?  I wanted one!

Later my best sisterfriend texted me that she just bought 3 doughnuts to kickstart her baby weight gaining.  WHAT?  What is this world coming to?

Clearly it meant something.  It meant God was speaking to me.  What was he saying you ask?  He was saying "doughnut, Megan.  You need one.  Or two.  Or several."

And so it came to pass.  On the 11th day of October in the 2013th year Anno Domini, Megan made herself 4 dozen mini doughnuts.  Excessive?  Yes.  Delicious?  You betcha.

Baby kicking my hand.  "Thanks for the doughnuts, Mom!"

Do me a favor and don't count how many are in this picture.  Because then you'll know how many I ate.  And I don't even know how many I ate.