Murderers in the Rue Morgue....

or raiding the cryogenically suspended Easter candy in the freezer.  

Like naked Cheetos

I bought a bag of these the other day.  They aren't bad.  They aren't a home run with me, though.  They really DO remind me of puffy Cheetos without yellow dust ... just not quite right.

When DH makes a certain sighing exhale, it's an indication that things are not quite right around here.  He made that noise today, then showed me today's mail.  There's a problem all right, and I know what I think it is .... but it's only a guess.  What am I going to do about it?  Not much, unless I get a phone call, but it's unsettling.  

I passed my resume in for a job that 1) I know I can do with one hand behind my back and 2) pays well.  I would like a phone call from them also, if the phone call fairy is listening.  

I see a crisis on the horizon. All is not well.  I wonder if it will sail past, or come steaming up river to my door?