Eric surprised me with a 4th of July themed breakfast in bed (dairy-free acai bowl with grain-free granola, chia seeds, almonds and strawberries. #paleolife), while I slept for 13 hours straight and woke up feeling too lazy and unmotivated to pour myself a coffee. Thank you for this freedom, forefathers!
Me: “But…where’s the blue?”
Eric: “Blueberries were six bucks. You don’t get any. Eat your breakfast.”
Happy 4th, everyone!
The heart wants what it wants.**
**side of waffle fries not pictured.
Eric is cooking me breakfast in my kitchen while I lay sick on the couch…
Eric (yelling from the kitchen): “Hey, do you have pepper?”
Me: “Maybe some packets? In the fridge.”
Eric: “Right. Because that’s where salt is kept. Ok…a pan?”
Me: “Ummm…check the cabinet. I think there’s an orange one?”
Eric: “Nope. There is not. Garlic?”
Me: (hysterical laughter)
Eric: “Yeah that was an insane request. A sponge?”
Eric: “To clean the pan.”
Me: “Just let it soak.”
Eric: “But I have to use it again. Right now.”
Me: “Oh. Sorry. No.”
I will never again be cooked for.
We were going for 😒. We got 😞.
Maybe a little 😩.
Either way, pretty good welcome back to NYC breakfast 😘