Happy Mothers Day

It's a strange thing. Technically, I don't like breakfast in bed. Really, I hate it normally. I love breakfast; I love bed. But the crumbs! So I was kind of surprised this morning when Pavel brought me breakfast--in bed.


But just look at that beautiful runny-orange yolk! With a generously buttered piece of toast on the side (more than I would have spread--thanks Pavel!) of the perfect soft-cooked egg, I think I'm a convert. Hear that, Pavel? Hear that, kids? I'm ready to receive breakfasts in bed (provided there's toast and eggs).

Now I just wonder what the rest of the day will bring. Lots of laziness, I hope.