Back Again

So I had a brief moment tonight where I wanted to be domestic. Was at the store, thinking we really have nothing to offer Bill for breakfast tomorrow...and I thought, hey I will make blueberry muffins. I had this vision of Bill and Paul coming home inebriated, the apartment smelling of fresh-baked muffins. Bill would think, Patty is quite the homemaker.

Had all the ingredients in the basket, then I had a moment of clarity...um...NOT. I'm not worried. I think Bill has a pretty good read on me, after spending two weeks with me on Lake Erie.

Instead, I bought a fantastic coffee cake already made. I remember Mom loving them when I was growing up. And if Bill doesn't care for that, well...there are eggs and cereal. Personally, I always like cereal to start the day.

I sound like Patsy or Edina from AbFab most of the time, don't I? I suppose I am Pat-sy, being the sluttiest frap.