Ok, yes, I took a Belgium waffle and stuffed it with bacon, egg, and cheese.
Yes, I'm a big fatty.
And, yes, you are jealous.
I'm not much for words this evening, but when am I ever? Work is still work, I still don't have time for the things that I love, and I am thinking of the future without taking any action. Dark and twisty much? I apologize. Now, if I can just get a good chicken and waffles going . . .