Breakfast at Tiffany’s
My husband is a true romantic. Me, on the other hand, CAN be, but I smashed his efforts this morning. No, this is not X-rated. It’s about our breakfast.
He sweetly handed me a little bowl of fresh strawberries and bananas with a darling swirl of whipcreme on the top.
He barely got the words out – before I grabbed it from his loving hands and started stirring the contents together. I’m pretty starving lately as I have been trying to diet before our big cruise. He then says, “Well, I made a HEART for you, with the whip creme! “ I looked at it, and could not discern that because in my haste I swirled it………and smashed it.
Ahhhhhh, impetious spouse that I am………
Anyway, it’s the thought that counted! N’est pas?