I love to eat breakfast.
It's a match made in heaven, if I do say so myself.
While CB might prefer going to to breakfast and not having to stand over a hot stove, he doesn't mind having kitchen duty once in a while.
On the menu this morning: bacon, eggs, biscuits, orange juice and coffee. It was twelve kinds of yummy.
Even Buddy got an egg so he was happy, too.
Let's go down Memory Lane for a minute, shall we? When I was growing up, my mom cooked a full breakfast every morning before school. None of that cold cereal business for the Smith kids. Sometimes Mom would try to mix it up and have a Sara Lee coffee cake but we preferred our bacon and eggs. In my mind, I would wake up, put on my jeans and whatever t-shirt was handy, run a brush in the general vicinity of my hair, go downstairs, eat breakfast and head out the door to walk to school.
It couldn't have been that easy, could it?
I am not going to ask my mom. I'm just going to pretend it was that easy.
