"I Love You" is spelled O.J.

It's been a few days! Apologies. It's been that busy (or that boring depending on how one looks at it). Hope your Valentines was wonderful! Mine was. Jus came home that night with a beautiful bouquet of red roses. (Aww shucks...) We hurried and changed into nice(er) clothes and headed to Chef's Table for dinner (delish!). Cake Bites for dessert (delish, again!). I had heard a lot of things about Chef's Table, so I was really excited to go there for myself. I was not disappointed. Tuscan Tomato Soup= heaven in a tureen. Now I've got this drive to find a recipe that is similar... I'd be ok with eating it every day... for every meal... sigh.

Early mornings in our household will find my husband singing in the shower, and me sprawled out in bed (Someone's got to hold the bed down). I keep a tired ear open for when Jus makes his way into the kitchen for breakfast. At which point, I drag my sorry behind out of bed, take a quick look in our mirror, grimace at my hair's startling similarity to that of Madame Hooch, and stumble into the kitchen. Most mornings.

Today, the routine was much the same, only, I missed the singing in the shower cue. I heard rummaging in the kitchen. "Did I really fall back asleep this morning?" I asked myself. I hurried out of bed (as fast as I could safely stumble). Jus calls from the kitchen, "Go back to bed. Don't come into the kitchen!" It doesn't take much more convincing than that. Back to bed I went. As I lay in bed, feeling slightly guilty for being there, I heard hissing on the stove, and a sound that sounded suspiciously like the beating of eggs... Five minutes later, my handsome butler came in with a delicious looking breakfast sandwich and a glass of O.J...

I think there may be a puddle where my heart used to be. I'm a lucky, lucky woman.

After breakfast, the musical stylings of Jus could be heard from the general direction of the shower...