I used to feel indifferent towards the rain. Indifferent with a hint of distain even, seeing as people in Los Angeles LOSETHEIRFUCKINGSHIT when the skies open up. In their defense, the city really isn’t built for it. I don’t know what those water thieving gansters were thinking when they built this town. But anyway…
Lately, I love rainy days, because it means Scott, who spends most of his days outside, gets to stay home with us. And I get to have breakfasts like this. No wonder fall is my favorite season. Or is it winter already? (The burnt pancake is courtesy of me. The nice one is courtesy of Scott. There were blueberries in there, and it was good.)
(Placemat is Recycled Mosaic – made from recycled juice containers – from CB2.)
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