Which is just fine with me. I sleep in, read the paper and knit while I watch CBS Sunday Morning with Charles Osgood. For breakfast I help myself to whatever leftovers are in the fridge or if I'm feeling particularly motivated, I'll juice some veggies and sip that instead of tea.
Last week, Yarn Widower asked me if it was okay for him to golf both days. He tells his golf buddies that he has to run everything by the Boss. (He means me, not Bruce Springsteen). I say sure. But apparently I don't protest enough because Yarn Widower feels hurt that I don't want to spend time with him. So, for the record, boo to golf! Give me back my Yarn Widower! I demand the return of my weekend breakfasts.
Speaking of which, Yarn Widower makes great pancakes. Here's a play-by-play.
Prep work is essential. Mise en place, bitches!
The fruit du jour - peaches.
A man and his cast iron griddle.
Bon Appetit!
Nom nom nom nom.
The end.
hee hee
ReplyDeletei like the
idea of
him running
everything
by
bruce springstein.
i am coming
over for
pancakes
now.
xo
Bugs, I often ask myself WWBSD*?
ReplyDelete*What would Bruce Springsteen Do?
I am hungry for pancakes. Also we don't have peaches here this time of year.
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