Another fun recipe from the Carter sisters' kookbook

Two days ago, one of my cousins who is very close to my age, asked me the following: "Is 'clown beauty sleep' really a thing?"

My response?  "I love you and I will try rilly rilly hard to not tell anyone that you asked if clown beauty sleep is really a thing. But no promises."

The reason this Halifax-based cousin asked about clown beauty sleep is, she was wondering whether I would be attending the Taylor Swift concert here in Toronto, on Saturday, Nov. 23rd.

Of course, the answer is no. 

It's not that I don't like Taylor Swift. In fact,  if her other songs are as good as the two that I am familiar with, Carolina and Mean, I totally get the fuss.

I also admit, I totally dreamt about Taylor Swift. 

Last Friday. I know because I wrote it down after I woke up, something I rarely do. 

My late brother Ed was there, too. He and I were working as funeral home assistants at Taylor Swift's funeral. And at the dress rehearsal, while her dancers practised their routine in one corner of the funeral home, other people lined up at the coffin to bid the singer goodbye. 

In true Ed fashion, he said "Pete if we don't do this, we'll regret it forever," so he and I got in line. When we arrived at Swift's casket, Ed reached over to brush some hair out of her eyes. She sat up. 

Ed was like, "Oh-oh." 

Swift proceeded to stand and dance, right there in the coffin. 

I've had a similar dream about Ed.

But never mind that. 

When my cousin asked about her concert, I said I couldn't stay up late that night because the next day, Sunday November 24, I and three of my sisters are marching in the Toronto Santa Claus parade as clowns, so we would need our clown beauty sleep.

Ha-ha.

Clown beauty sleep might not be a thing, but me, Charlene, Norma and Mary as clowns in the 120-year-old parade sure is. It's almost hard to believe this is happening but there you go.

Charlene and Norma will be upside down clowns; Mary a musical elf carrying a giant eighth note. I'll be a snowman. Wearing a top hat.

It was Charlene's idea. She was a  clown last year and persuaded us to join her this go-round. 

I am the youngest of the four but the maturest.

I'm very happy about this turn of events. It's important to celebrate happy moments.  

I just hope parade day's not too warm.  This snowman does have to go to work the next morning.