The Belgian's Would Have Been Pissed

Wow..... THAT was a close call. I can't believe this much time has passed and we didn't notice before. I'm not sure married life would have survived if this error has continued on.

I'm talking, of course, about the horrifying and sudden realization today that we had not registered for a waffle maker.

Let me calm you down and assure you that we have since added an awesome waffle maker to our registry at Target (cough - click here - cough).

You see, Cara and I love us some waffles. Many weekend mornings are spent with me making us waffles and Cara brewing the coffee. It's become a thing for us. We alternate between the weekend waffle breakfast with eggs and turkey bacon breakfast and the occasional weekend breakfast where I eat cereal alone because Cara sleeps in like crazy and I get, to quote the philosophers of the east coast, wicked hungry.

So fear not my blog-onia friends. Wait, is that the correct statement if I am referring to this as a country? Blog-onia? How about Blogistan. Or The United States of Whatever I Want to Call it Because It's My Blog Suckers!!!

Yeah, I like that last one. But for the sake of time let's just continue to use the "regular" terms and call it a blog.

I will now finish my work day day-dreaming of making waffles in a fancy kitchen while Cara and Sadie play and laugh in slow motion.

Also, I have robot strength in this dream.