1. What Zack and I made for breakfast at my place before we caught HP (which really, was just meh). Scrambled eggs, mmm...
2. With Cow, who rolls on its back for you to rub his tummy like Cleopatra would love her tummy rubbed in her milk bath
Have been dead for the past couple of weeks. I've just moved and in the midst of all the packing, had dust flying in my mouth, eyes, face, nose and every damn part of my body. Yes farmer, pimple plantation is back on track. Rest of the weeks were all about unpacking the necessary stuff and settling down into my new home. Have yet to book my flight mainly because I'm partly in denial that I have to leave. Right now, things are too good to put everything down. It's like holding your pee midway. Too good to release but you have to.
Going to get my stomach some Eggo waffles now. I ought to get a waffle maker so I can make fluffy waffles instead of buying those frozen ones which when toasted, tastes exactly like toast because it gets so bloody crunchy.
