(One of) The Best Smells Ever
I woke up to a sleepy-eyed, messy-haired man yesterday whose first words of the day were, "I want cinnamon rolls." Ok...good morning to you too, Sweetheart! Actually, I took no offense to his greeting because for the first time in, oh I don't know, 3 months, Adam wanted breakfast. That's a feat I'm willing to accept at the expense of my usual morning smooch, so I smiled and said okay Hun. Problem was: we didn't have any Grande's cinnamon rolls...because we don't eat that stuff anymore. But I let him run to the store to retrieve his probably-cancerous, definitely-fattening, horrendously-bad-for-you breakfast anyways cuz sometimes, you just need it! Next time though, I'll be a better wife and make them by scratch with ingredients that won't kill him...as fast.
He scarfed down those puppies in no time while I drank my raspberry leaf tea and watched way too many episodes of Lost. It was a sloppy Saturday that we definitely needed and took full advantage of. Not too many of those left over...just the two of us.
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