Shocking news: my breakfast was not in a bowl this morning.
Yesterday's PB&J was just so darn good that I had to have it again. So, I spread a slice of toasted rye bread with peanut butter and strawberry jelly to start my day off right.
Along with the toast, I also had a chunk of raisin bread that my mom brought home from some random bakery...
(Yes, there is Maggie hair on my bread. Good thing I love her.)
Plus a bunch of black grapes for fruit. I actually don't really like black grapes, but my mom bought a huge bag of them and they need to be eaten.
I decided after eating this that as much as I love PB&J, I love cereal more. Breakfast just isn't the same eaten off a plate. And cereal never leaves peanut butter all over my chin.
My passport still has yet to arrive. I'm hoping that by some miracle when I wake up early to go to Philadelphia tomorrow morning it's sitting on my doorstep. Hopefully all this travel drama will bring good karma in London and Prince Harry will fall madly in love with me? I'll take good weather too, though.
BodyPump and a lunch date are on the agenda for today. Have a good one!
PS- I've been the worst person ever at responding to emails the last few weeks. If you've sent me one recently, I'm finally going through my inbox today!
What's better: breakfast on a plate, or in a bowl?
