cinnamon dreams

Christmas is coming
I'll be getting fat
Please put a cinnamon bun in this old girl's hat.
Actually I would prefer it in my hand. I have an obsession with cinnamon buns of the original Pillsbury type. I try my best to limit them or I'd nosh them every day of the year. Snow is my cinna benchmark. I can have them when it snows and since I live in an area where you would think we get a lot of snow but don't I have to sit by the window with my face pressed to the glass trying to will a few visible flakes. Since it has been proven that dogs can read minds, particularly when you're thinking foodly goodness, my puppers joins me and keeps me company drooling on my foot. I'm in a weather anomaly where ten miles in each direction can have snow and we, at the bottom of our geological bowl, get zip as happened last week. Flurries are predicted on Thursday so throw up a prayer to the Godness of Buns for me. If my post is unintelligible on Thursday it's because typing while covered in cinnamon icing tends to make your hands sticky and puts your brain on holding pattern.