After a couple of days in a bit of a sleepy fog and the resulting frustration that comes from the fog, I awoke Saturday morning to the lovely aromatic blend of brewing coffee, sizzling bacon, and homemade Belgian waffles. Well, actually I awoke to Katie tapping me on the shoulder to inform me that she hurt her toe on the "woffice," which from the delicious smells that then entered my nostrils, I interpreted to mean she had somehow hurt her toe on the waffle iron.
I made my way into the kitchen where my sweet husband was cooking away. As he served me my waffles and bacon he said, "I know you have been a bit down the past couple days, so I thought nothing better to cheer you up than some fried pork product and sweet bread."
He knows me so well. I'm pregnant. I'm Polish.
Fog, be gone! Food is served!