Champ.

They call it breakfast of champions, but really does this entail?

Eggs?

Waffles?

Toast with jam or jelly?

or Wheaties... never liked the stuff.

I would like to preface this with a glorious happening last night, I got some sleep. Like real sleep, like 9-5 sleep and I haven't felt better. The only thing that could make me feel better is a shower and some homemade oatmeal cream pies, which because I am well rested I might make today.

Ok back to the subject at hand.

Breakfast.

Because I am feeling so great, the possibilities were endless, eggs Benedict, eggs in a basket, sour cream pancakes... no.

I wanted something savory, like hug my bones savory.

What did I want, what made my mouth water?

I freaking wanted shells and cheese... at 6 this morning.

I didn't cave.

I had a pop tart in stead.


FIN.