Breakfast

Sometimes, I feel like I picked the wrong man to be my husband. This morning for example, I want to go get coffee, but he has to eat his cereal before we go to get coffee, at a place that has pretty good bagels and oh yeah COFFEE. I need coffee. I love going out for breakfast. Thinking about cooking breakfast basically makes me want to get back in bed and not wake up, it's why I hardly ever eat breakfast. But when I am in the mood for breakfast, I really want it, and I really want someone else to make it for me. Long blabbering story short, this man I married either needs to learn how to cook really amazing breakfast, or start taking me out to breakfast when I'm in the mood to actually eat it, or else I am going to lose my mind, up in here, up in here.