What is the most important thing?

If you were/are a fan of Arrested Development...you know that George Michael felt that breakfast was the most important thing.



My husband feels the same way.



Scrambled eggs, black beans and a nectarine.



Andy covers his in tapatio. Always. (Not the nectarine...but it wouldn't surprise me.)

We don't always eat breakfast together. Andy naturally wakes up an hour or so before me and usually does his own thing and I do my own thing. I assume this is relatively normal? So it's always nice and relaxing when we're able to eat breakfast together. This is why summer is awesome. No work, no papers to grade, no deadlines. It's refreshing. Until the patio gets so hot that I start to melt. Then it's not refreshing.


Andy is having minor surgery tomorrow morning. Send him some well wishes. We'd appreciate it!