I feel as though I hibernated all weekend. It was so cold I just could not force myself out the door at all on Saturday. I spent the day in yoga pants, which is about like wearing pajamas all day. I do notice that lots of people have no problem going about their public business in actual pajama pants. Fortunately for the world and those who might run into me, I am not among them. On Sunday we did go out for breakfast. We have the habit of full breakfast on Sunday mornings. It was nice to have a good breakfast (I had scrambled eggs with spinach, mushrooms, and tomatoes with two slices of bacon on the side) and not have to clean up afterwards. It is such a messy meal to cook, which is why toast or cereal works for me the rest of the week. However, we did notice that the days of going out for a ten dollar breakfast are no more. I read two books over the weekend--Nicholas Evans: The Lucky One and Tina Fey: Bossy Pants. I'...
"A grandma is just an antique little girl"...unknown