It was a cold and foggy morning...
No? Is that not how it goes? Okay, let's try again.
It was a warm and foamy morning...
Still nay? Okay, maybe I should nix the "write mystery novels with sexy private eyes for a living" idea.
Ah well, at least I have other ideas for my future...
Like personal nut butter Queen.
|So, so, so good. Like eating healthy Nutella straight from the... packet?|
Or else I could settle for personal chef to the rich and famous, serving them divine bowls of oats and hand-crafted foamy lattés...
|Oats, cinnamon, vanilla, large chopped banana, 365 Crunchy pb. Coffee with almond milk, steamed in my Nespresso... Mmmm. Best way to start a morning.|
So as the opening line to my future mystery novel with a sexy private eye would suggest, It was cold and foggy this morning. I decided it was a good matinée to lounge on the couch, savoring a nice warm bowl of oats, drinking a foamy 'latté', and reading a good book.
Oh, and snuggling with this cutie:
By the way, this is what happens when you're trying to read the last sentence of a page:
|Give me love, mommy!|
|How can you deny that face?|
Doggy loved, it was time to get onto important matters. AKA, the loving of these two beauties.
|Often I go for the volume tricks popularized by Carrie and Katie, but I've found they leave me with a very watery, unsatisfying bowl. I get enough volume with my banana, and it's so much more satisfying and thick.|
|How can you say no to that?|
What is your dream career?
Voluminous oatmeal: yay or nay?