Lazy Sunday. 11:15 a.m. Hanging out in bed. Catching up on life with the peeps I’m following (via blog life).
Rob’s in the kitchen: tinker tinker. clink clank. sizzle sizzle.
Yummy aromas begin to fill the apartment.
The call comes: “Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes.”
To my surprise, a breakfast fit for a Queen.