The Longest Day

A breakfast that looks like this can mean only one thing:


Yup. It’s hideously long commute day. It rears its ugly head every other Thursday and it requires warming up the car at 5 a.m. and pulling back into the driveway at 8 p.m. Yesterday’s morning commute was accompanied by eggs and potatoes and a Starbucks nonfat mocha.  And because it incoporated viewing two houses, it ended closer to 10:30 p.m.

Days like yesterday often lead to days like today, when I succumb to a breakfast that looks more like this:


Usually opposed to huge amounts of sugar and fat-packed breakfasts, I was wooed by this pumpkin spice cake (it was sans nutmeg!) and ate the whole piece even before half the coffee was brewed!


Likely part of my gluttonous morning had to do with yesterday’s drearily failed house hunt. Just in case you don’t believe it’s as bad as I say it is, I submit to you this photo:


Yes, this master closet clearly boasts the world’s worst staging job ever, doesn’t it?  And don’t bother with the “potential” chatter…our queen bed, let alone our clothes (that closet!!) would’t fit in this “master” bedroom.

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3 Responses to The Longest Day

  1. Anna says:

    Ick! Adequate closet space is a must!

  2. Pat Biggs says:

    Hi Teresa and Chris. What happened to the cute house you posted about? Know it’s discouraging, but there is a house out there, with your name on it.

    How are you doing now Chris? Are you happy to be home?


  3. allieksmith says:

    I love cake for breakfast! Especially carrot cake 🙂 Sorry about the house hunt. . . !

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