Matt Won't Care

Scenes from our Saturday morning breakfast at a diner in downtown Willoughby.

This is Matt. We walked in and saw that the place was pretty packed but before we could grab a seat the waitress hollered, "Matt 'll share the end of the counter with ya! He won't bite! Will ya Matt?!" Matt's response? Shoveling more omelette in his mouth. 

Danny's throwback breakfast: steak. Or more accurately ground beef patty.

My sweet and salty pancakes and sausage. I love sausage. Gross.

Baby juke box. Danny wouldn't let me play a song. Kill joy.

Danny leaves tomorrow for Boston. For a MONTH. A month. That is a long time. So I will be spending Valentine's Day traveling to California to hang with the fam. All I asked for for V-Day was a cactus, and I know for a fact Danny didn't get me one. Oh well, now I can pick out my own.

Frosting is delicious

Yesterday I ate cupcakes in the bath. The frosting alone has two sticks of butter.

Today I helped my new friend Rachel paint her living room a warm apple green. Seems like it would be in bad taste, but it isn't. Rachel has red hair and her husband, Stadislav, is from Ukraine. They are funny.

I got my Ohio drivers license and the only reason I am glad is because it is pink.

Soon I will be in the land of milk and honey, and I am excited.