There are few things in life better than breakfast in bed. Sometimes
it’s even better when you don’t have to make it yourself, but other times there’s
a certain kind of satisfaction to be had when you can climb back into your bed
after having already gotten up to start your day to enjoy the delicious plate
of waffles you’ve just made for yourself. It means you’re taking the time to
enjoy the finer things in life. Or you’re just really lazy. I like to tell
myself it’s the former, mostly because it keeps me from chastising myself while
I’m enjoying my breakfast. Nothing should ever come between a man and his
waffles. It’s Saturday morning. The week is over, and there’s
plenty to talk about. Here’s what I’m thinking about this morning: