Saturday, April 24, 2010

Breakfast in bed

Hubby brought me breakfast in bed on this cloudy Saturday morning. It wasn't my birthday. It wasn't our anniversary. It wasn't Valentine's Day. It wasn't Mother's Day. It wasn't Easter. It wasn't throw your wife in the river day. Ok, that was a bit extreme, but there was no special occasion. It was just because. Days like this, you wish you could bottle him up and savor the moment. But the breakfast was enjoyable. I had an omelet gooing with cheese, bellpeppers and onions, a biscuit and smoked sausage with a small cup of juice to the side. That was nice of him. Sorry you single ladies, he does not have a brother.

Lovingly yours,


  1. you deserve it..u know if he keeps it up you gonna have to whip out the pole. : p i am just saying.. one nice turn deserves another.

  2. I absolutely LOVE breakfast in bed! What a treat~

  3. I admire that you would trust your husband to cook you breakfast, I'd be watching to make sure mine washed his hands (lol). Glad you enjoyed it!