
Breakfast was also interesting. But not in a good way.

One of my friends declared hers “the worst breakfast ever.” I did not argue. She needed a steak knife to cut her waffle.


Even more grateful that I can get back up again.

Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .

Breakfast was also interesting. But not in a good way.

One of my friends declared hers “the worst breakfast ever.” I did not argue. She needed a steak knife to cut her waffle.


Even more grateful that I can get back up again.