I baked chocolate chip cookies last night and through text this morning Tom told me I was NOT allowed to have them for breakfast. His text read: Don’t have chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. Eat a good breakfast. Have fruit.
He’s not even in this city at the moment and he’s thwarting me.
So I had Cheerios and a banana for breakfast and waited, impatiently, for 10am to come around because in New Zealand 10am is not breakfast, it’s morning tea and Kiwis call cookies, biscuits. Biscuits with morning tea sounds much more acceptable and proper than cookies for breakfast.
I am holding one in my mouth right now as I type.
It’s raining again. I’m glad. The lack of sunshine makes me feel less guilty about laying around watching TV. Yes, the surgeon told me to take it easy for a few days but my knee doesn’t hurt nearly enough to make me feel 100% guilt-free about doing nothing.
Doing nothing makes me pretty boring so I don’t have too much to write today.
I will now go back to playing on-line chess and yelling out answers to episodes of Jeopardy.
And I wonder why Tom calls me a nerd.
I’ll leave you all with this….a spatula in New Zealand is called a “fish slice”.
Isn’t that weird?
Love. Love. Love.