Saturday Mornings. They’re my favorite. I wake up at 6:30a, toss and turn, cuddle with SS, and bask in the beautifulness that is my view from bed. It’s awesome, and I’m grateful for it.
A trainer friend of mine has some chickens on her property, so she brought me some fresh eggs. I’ve never had fresh chicken eggs before, and since I’m told their so much better than store-bought, I was anxious to try them. Saturday morning seemed like the perfect opportunity. So, I hopped out of bed and made breakfast for SS before he left for work.
He gobbled through them like he hadn’t eaten in two days, so I assume they were good. Score!
Happy Saturday, y’all!