Last night I was dreaming about donuts. Not just any donuts, but pink glazed with sprinkles…
I don’t like pink glazed donuts with sprinkles. In fact, I can’t remember the last time I ate a donut. However, following my mid-night craving, if someone were to smash one into my face, I would probably enjoy licking off the remains.
Perhaps, what brought this on was an article I read in the news yesterday of Joan Rivers getting cake-faced at a pre-Oscar party this past weekend.
How a stuffed pig could shove a cake in Joan River’s face is beyond me. I don’t like yellow cake with white icing either, but it does tend to soften her appearance, don’t you think?
I wonder what a dream interpreter would have to say about pink donuts?