So yesterday Maya and I checked the cabinets, went to the store and made sure that we had all of the fun stuff necessary for a snow day--hot chocolate, waffle mix, strawberries, and heavy cream (for whipped cream). Yum, yum, yum. We would have a big waffle brunch, play in the snow, maybe take a nice nap, and then play in the snow some more.
I woke up, ready to go. Maya woke up, cranky, clingy and sad. And Dave woke up, and threw up (over and over). Sigh.
Poor Dave is really sick. Maya and I went out for a walk, which was the only time today that she wasn't crying (she might be getting sick too).
(that's Maya in the stroller, watching a pigeon party)
When we got home, I made her lunch and my breakfast. I was so excited to enjoy my waffle. I feel the need to state, for the record, that I've made waffles many times before . . . but it seemed exactly right that today my waffle came out like this:
omg!!! that is the worst looking waffle i ever saw---and yes i do know that you are a very good cook! did you spray the waffle iron first? it doesn't even resemble a waffle, does it
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