Wednesday, October 29, 2008


The steam wafted from his mug of coffee as he lifted it to his lips and took a sip. She watched, stifling a grin as his brow furrowed. When would he learn that steam off a cup meant its contents were hot?

"What's for breakfast?" The mug settled on the table with a small thud as he turned his gaze to the scene outside the window. Snow fell in fat, wet clumps.


"Pancakes?" He gave her his attention. "On Wednesday?"

Ah, such a creature of habit, this man! The usual Sunday-morning flapjack--or was it the snow?--had sent a hint of surprise into his voice.

She ignored his raised eyebrows and slid two golden pancakes onto his plate. "Yes, pancakes on Wednesday." She served herself. "Think you can handle it?"

"Oh, I can handle it all right." Maple syrup pooled on his plate before he set the container on the table. "I just want to know the cause for pancakes on a come?"

"It's a party."

"What kind of party?"

"Snow celebration."


Dru said...

aaawww, that's so cute. These snippets into your life brings such a joy and smile to me every time I read them.

Have a good Wednesday.

Anonymous said...

I saw on the news that you got a huge snow! Wow!! Isn't this early for you?


Melissa McClone said...

Send some our way, please!

Anonymous said...

You have snow?


Pancakes are wonderful for dinner, too (just ask my kids ;))