I’m totally the type of person who goes to bed excited about her morning coffee and breakfast. I’m sure this psychotic enthusiasm warrants some sort of therapy, but whatever. Mornings are my FAVORITE. The air is still. The streets are calm. My baby gremlins have yet to emerge from their caves.
Aside from the coffee buzz I satisfactorily achieve by 6:20 a.m., I can almost guarantee that my breakfasts are better than yours. Don’t be mad! But it’s true.