I just love the sameness of our Sundays. For breakfast, always waffles. I started the morning the same way I always start my Sundays. Unfortunately the waffle iron decided not to start. The light came on, but the iron never warmed up.
This waffle iron has given me trouble since Mark first moved here with me. You see, it is his. When we sorted through our belongings we decided that having more than one waffle iron was not necessary. Mine was the waffle iron that got the heave ho. Little did he know that I actually had more than one myself, good thing too!
Fortunately I knew exactly where the waffle iron was hidden.
My Sunday morning ritual proceeded without further ado, belgium style!
