I'm a bit ashamed of my Saturday breakfast routine. I usually stumble down the stairs, take a look at the pile of dishes from the night before, and decree that this is my indulgence day.
Breakfast typically includes a spin through the Biscuitville drive-thru for a quite tasty, but greasy, biscuit sandwich, or if I'm feeling fancy, we'll go to a restaurant for breakfast, our favorite being the State Farmer's Market Restaurant.
This has to stop. From now on, I will make the crappy breakfasts on the weekends.
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