I had to lie low… until the locals could smuggle me to Yemen

No one knows better than my husband how fascinating my dreams are. I think I dream a major motion picture every night. He just shakes his head when I tell him my adventures while I’m waking up.

A couple days ago I woke up and told Jeff about the umbrellas he sold – especially these large patio canopies he sold and installed. They were really remarkable.

Last weekend I woke up talking about Punjabi. I couldn’t stop saying the word Punjabi in my head during that dream. And I think Grandma Stock was involved.

Then, just last night, I was on a secret undercover mission in Afghanistan. My mission was successful, but I was in great danger. The locals had to hide me for a lengthy period of time before they were able to smuggle me to Yemen.

Why Yemen?

Beats me.