January 28th, 2003

I’ve never been much of a breakfast person. My stomach’s always unsettled until I’ve been up for a few hours and by then it’s closer to lunch. I think whoever invented brunch had the right idea.

You can get sleep, take your time waking up, and then go have a fine meal where you have a choice of breakfast and lunch items. It’s perfect really if you think about it.

I just got back from having brunch with a dear friend who always makes me laugh. Over eggs she told me the cutest joke. It goes like this: A man is waiting for his breakfast to come out. The cook steps out of the kitchen and approaches his table. From the look on the cook’s face the man can tell something’s wrong. Before he has a chance to ask the cook what’s happened, the cook pipes up and says there will be a slight delay in getting his pancakes to him. The man asks why. The cook says, “I haven’t figured out how to get them off of the ceiling yet.”

Now I realize this is probably a ‘you needed to be there’ kind of joke, but over eggs and pancakes we found it quite funny.

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