Oh, Breakfast, Where for art thou Breakfast?
I am the worst non-morning person in the entire universe. I am not exaggerating.
Anything I have to do before noon and I want to go play in heavy traffic.
My bosses hate me for it. My grades slack because of it. But it just cannot be helped.
My mother used to try to wake me up for school, back when I had to be there at the ass crack of why the fuck am I awake? She learned very quickly how to use her cell phone to wake me in avoidance of the bruises I mistakenly gave her. I get violent when woken from a deep sleep. Especially when it is still fucking dark outside.
But the one thing I take from the wee morning rituals that people have come to observe: breakfast.
I could eat breakfast all day every day for the rest of my life and be completely content with the world.
Just don't give me breakfast in the AM. :)
Scrambled eggs with cheese, home fries, white toast, and chocolate chip banana pancakes. Yup.
That's what it's all about.
Today I had girl time breakfast with my bestie Logan.
Breakfast with fun people is always the best choice.
The guy who invented breakfast, I am forever in debt to you.
You have given me something to look forward to after I finally drag my lazy ass out from under my covers.
You have given me a comfort that lunch and dinner can never provide.
You have consoled my soul with your intense variety and pick-me up flavors.
Without breakfast, I would starve.
And I firmly believe that the person who said, "breakfast is the most important meal of the day," was a fucking genius. And completely correct.
Consider this post my ode to breakfast.
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