and I'll say it again ...
I married a gay man.
He works crazy hours.
So do I.
We don't get a lot of time together.
In fact, we get every other Sunday.
Sunday is a big deal for us.
I usually make a big breakfast.
We hang out together and get reacquainted.
(who are you again??)
Then go out for dinner somewhere.
The Husband surprised me yesterday morning
by making a delicious breakfast:
That, my blogger friends, is
spread with peanut butter,
rolled around fried banana,
sprinkled with icing sugar.
Do I have the best