Mar 25 2006
It’s mornings like this when I wish there was someone in my life to make me breakfast. (While I, you know, play on the Internet). Or at least (and perhaps this is better?) agree to go out for breakfast. Ten o’clock on a sunny Saturday should not be wasted… this calls for waffles, omelets, good coffee and outdoor tables.
Alas. Perhaps I’ll walk over to the farmer’s market & get a cinnamon roll instead. It is beautiful out, though.
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