I am grateful to have dinner out from time to time. Dad is up to fly to Florida on Sunday…had good food and good beer at New England Tap House (though I feel like it is a bit overpriced).
Last night Mike and I were talking about waffles. He said he would make them for me in the morning…Thursday morning. Not that I didn’t believe him but we don’t put a really big effort into making breakfast during the week. I eat when I feel like it/feel like I have the time and most weekdays. Mike typically has black coffee. I am grateful for the simple promise of waffles this morning (of course with peanut butter!)