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So I woke up this morning feeling a bit hungover but happy. Had a nice long shower, put on my 'A' game shirt and pants went to the kitchen and started making cinnomon french toast. Also brewed up a large mug of the 'good' coffee. While this was going on the movie 13 going on 30 was on TV and I started to get into it (it's the guilty pleasures). Finally sit down with my french toast and coffee and on the first sip of coffee the mug handle breaks! spilling coffee all over my frenchtoast shirt and pants. I scream fuck and change my clothes.
The question is did I eat the frenchtoast that was soaking in a mix of coffee and syrup?
Yes!, and it was suprisingly good.
I am supposed to go to a friends cabin today and look at Caribou.
My mom sent me this super cute picture of Ruby sleeping. She is obviously trying to make me feel homesick.
The question is did I eat the frenchtoast that was soaking in a mix of coffee and syrup?
Yes!, and it was suprisingly good.
I am supposed to go to a friends cabin today and look at Caribou.
My mom sent me this super cute picture of Ruby sleeping. She is obviously trying to make me feel homesick.