Confession: I was never much of a breakfast-eater growing up.

I was always too late/tired/aggravated to eat something and would end up grabbing a piece of toast on my way out the door for school. In college, I was never awake early enough to really eat a substantial breakfast. I usually chose to forgo the breakfast and have a HUGE lunch.

Things changed ever since I became an member of the working world.

I have found that working 9-5 (or sometimes 10-6 or even 10-10) makes a girl tired when she doesn’t put anything in her belly until noon. Starting off every day with a good breakfast is a lot better than not having one at all. It also makes me less cranky when I start getting hungry around 10:30 a.m.

This morning, I’m making waffles, and I am inordinately excited. I mean, WAFFLES! That means it’s a special day. (Note: My parents used to make waffles on any special occasion when I was a child.) Or maybe it just means that I had leftover pancake batter from last night when I made breakfast for dinner. *shrugs*

… I’m not going to say much about it, but there could be some excitement this weekend. We shall see how things work out. (Because it may not work at all.)

Until then, I’m going to be enjoying my waffles and going to work. Happy Friday!