Sunday, June 14, 2009
...that I love my dearest man.
He makes my favourite breakfast, eggs benny, when he knows I'm grumpy with a hangover. Gotta love that!
(if I were left to by own devices this morning, this would've been pretty much it for breakfast ...sad, but true)
Coffee. Nap. And all is good again...
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