While the chocolate croissants and cinnamon rolls looked delicious, TH would only let me eat the fruity pastries. Because he doesn't like them. Because I'm married to a 5 year-old child.
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Monday, July 4
Brunching
Earlier in June, we had TH's best friend from high school over for brunch. The friend normally lives in D.C., but he was here for their 10 year high-school reunion. TH and I had a wedding on Saturday night, so we had them over for brunch on Sunday. I'm not SuperWoman (although I often proclaim to be), so Sunday morning I sent TH to the bakery to pick up some goodies. I just made eggs (scrambled, all in one pan. Because I am also not a short-order cook) and bacon (in the oven. Try it. You'll thank me). The simplest type of brunch, but the most delicious.
While the chocolate croissants and cinnamon rolls looked delicious, TH would only let me eat the fruity pastries. Because he doesn't like them. Because I'm married to a 5 year-old child.
While the chocolate croissants and cinnamon rolls looked delicious, TH would only let me eat the fruity pastries. Because he doesn't like them. Because I'm married to a 5 year-old child.
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