It is 8:36 PM Wednesday evening.
I am about to dive into a hot, steamy, crunchy, freshly-made, dark brown waffle, onto which I will spread sweet cream butter, then schmear with crunchy peanut butter, then literally drown in Log Cabin syrup.
If you are reading this on Thursday morning, you will know that I survived.
Whatever that means.
I am about to dive into a hot, steamy, crunchy, freshly-made, dark brown waffle, onto which I will spread sweet cream butter, then schmear with crunchy peanut butter, then literally drown in Log Cabin syrup.
If you are reading this on Thursday morning, you will know that I survived.
Whatever that means.
5 comments:
It is 7:43 AM....and I'm not sure!
Are you mederating again? I thought I posted?????
Hmm apparently not. Well I'm not going to retype what I typed before so you will just have to wonder what oh so clever and whitty thing I said :) HA!
Ahhhhhh Brinner!
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...rilly?
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