On the weekend, such as this one, Z would make some really big/fat/delicious breakfast for me, in hopes to wake me up before noon. Let me tell you, it REALLY does work. My stomach is always so stuffed. I feel rather guilty eating so much unhealthy food (syrup-covered french toast, scrambled egg w/ cheese, & greasy sausage). Welcome to one of my guilty pleasures.
But it’s really nice not having to make breakfast on the weekends (or just once or twice a month). Thank goodness I met a guy who loves to cook!
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