Drank and smoked the night away. (Healthy, yes!) And then the next morning a boy made me this for breakfast:
How kick-ass is THAT, dudes? Fruit salad and walnuts drizzled in a sweet cinnamony dressing, hearty grain toast with apple butter, and toasty sausage. I haven't enjoyed breakfast that much in a long while.
Let's just say, if the aforementioned boy suddenly up and vanishes, he most DEFINITELY is not tied up in my closet and being held hostage as my breakfast man-servant. Not. At. All.
Oh, and did I mention that the same boy made us peppered tofurkey, pickle, and mustard sandwiches on the same hearty grain bread the night before?