I slept amazngly well last night. Thank you Jesus! Completely crashing soon after Beth left. I even woke up, checked the time in my coziness, did some hand stretching in the warm blanketedness, and continued to snooze. *smile*
Saturdays are meant to be like this.
Once I finally half-rolled out of sleep mode, I turned on the adventures that are saturday morning television (you know DiscoveryKids & Disney Channel showngs on local network channels!) Once commercials got their rotation I knew what I wanted to eat: waffles, toaster waffles. So I picked my poison (Buttermilk vs. Homestyle) and proceeded to track down the syrup knew had to be somewhere in my cupboards. I seriously almost gave up, but it was eventually discovered, hiding behind other unrelated items!
The true challenge came in the peanutbutter stirring (I insist on PB on my waffles, as well as insisting upon only Adam's real PB.) My right hand couldn't quite grip the jar ebough to stablize it amidst my stirring attempts. Then there was the cutting of the over-crisped waffles. Since I typically try to continue my lazing about by eating on the bed/couch, I figured I should at least check the ease of cutting bites out before settling. Good idea missy, 'cause it was nearly impossible with a knife & one hand, even on a steady surface. Exhausting most my energy, it was finally in edible sized chunks. Popped it in the microwave to reheat (by this time it wasn't so warm anymore) for a few seconds... and had a yummy breakfast/brunch in bed with guilty-pleasureesque tv.
Now I'm sipping tea & starting my blogging day... watch out! *wink*
