my day: breakfast

I was really happy when I woke up that day, partly because it’s my birthday and I’m really excited with the favors (*hint*) I’ll be getting, and mostly because I’m not in the office working (and by working I mean blog hopping, surfing, and other very important stuff). Then I realized that my wife wasn’t beside me. I figured she must be at the bathroom or preparing breakfast. I don’t think she’d be able to do both at the same time. Anyway, while I was mulling this, a balloon pops. When my wife came back to bed all sweaty and looking flustered, she tried so hard to act “normal” and made it look like she just came from the bathroom. So to burst her bubble (no pun intended) I said “I think one of your balloons popped.” You should have seen her face! It was real funny seeing her like that and realizing that her surprise had been foiled! We both laughed!

That morning, my wife prepared my favorite breakfast, that is, bacon, fried egg, fried dilis flakes (with vinegar, garlic, salt, and pepper sauce), and fried rice, a breakfast-in-bed treat that I only get every Sunday morning. Oh the cholesterol! I was watching Friends on DVD and having breakfast in bed. This is the life! But as I reach for the coffee, imagine my horror when the vinegar sauce dropped to the bed! To think we had new sheets! Oh man! My wife is going to beat me to death, and on my birthday! How tragic is that? It was one of those days when I was thankful for birthdays, my birthday. So with the bed reeking garlic and vinegar, we finished our breakfast. She then asked me to go to the dining room, where I saw the balloons and cake. It was really great! I almost cried! Ok, I didn’t. But it was real nice.