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!)
Yum. Ask Mike if he’ll come make me waffles. He’ll probably also have to make some for my minions, though. They steal my food.