Monday, July 21, 2014

Never eat a big breakfast before doing your chores

I had a big breakfast.

Bacon. Eggs. Orange juice. A biscuit with honey. Coffee.

I was going to do my chores BEFORE having my big breakfast, but the bacon seductively called my name, begging to be fried, and the eggs seductively called my name, not wanting to be outdone by the bacon, and the orange juice licked its lips at me, in a mildly obscene way, and the honey winked at me from the top shelf, not wanting to be just left on the top shelf -- and I didn't stand a chance.

So I fried up that bacon.

Fried up those eggs.

Poured that orange juice.

Dribbled that honey on a leftover biscuit (which might sound disgusting, a leftover biscuit, but smothered in honey it was quite nice).

Washed it all down with that tall cup of coffee.

And spent the rest of the morning on the couch, trying to force my way outside to do my chores, but giving in to a mid-morning nap. And now I'm trying to convince myself I'll get something done this afternoon, after lunch.

It doesn't look promising.

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