So parts of this week were rough. We've only been in Washington for a little over a year, and I think some aspects of the Pacific Northwest take about that long to get used to. For one, I'm now on spider patrol every time I open our bathroom door, and I can't actually shower or anything until I've done a full sweep. It's also summertime, and having originally come from Arizona, this phenomenon they call "humidity" is terrifying. We have been getting little sleep, because our apartment doesn't have air conditioning and it's really easy to wake up in the middle of the night from getting way too hot, even with two fans. By Tuesday, I'd about had it, because I wake up at 5:00 for work and I was exhausted. (One of the worst feelings as an adult is going to bed at a ~responsible hour and still not being able to sleep!)
For some reason, that translated to my attitude on Tuesday being "I will murder someone if I don't have pancakes for dinner tonight."
After work, Marcus had me take a short nap and offered to take me to Denny's when I woke up. I felt bad about it, because it didn't make a ton of sense why I'd be having that craving to begin with, but we went anyway and I ordered my multigrain blueberry pancakes that I love so dearly. Marcus ordered two desserts so I wasn't eating by myself, which really didn't seem to sit right with our waitress...
Like, really, she glared at him and said "I hope you know I had to bake this myself." We were perplexed (rightfully so, I think?)
So I had breakfast for dinner, Marcus had dessert, and despite being awkwardly judged by our server, we had a nice time and it was a good pick-me-up during a week when I was feeling pretty beat.
:)
