Favorite things.

When in Seattle, or any city for that matter, one of our favorite things to do is Go To Brunch. Absolutely love it. Excitement brims over. Anticipation for the coffee and what exactly I'm going to pick on the menu of endless yummy choices. We discuss this at length too usually on the five-block walk that it takes to reach lovely Coastal Kitchen or some other place that rules in terms of breakfast. Savory? Sweet? The conversation usually turns to something of What about if you get X, and I get Y...and then we can both have a little of everything? Deal.

Well that was today. Finally.

Tyson and I spend a fair amount of time together in random and not-so-normal ways like at midnight when he walks through the door and I'm sleeping but we manage to have a ten-minute whisper chat and some giggles. Or in the morning when I wake him up to say hello because I can't help myself, and he doesn't seem to mind being woken up anyway despite the fact he's probably come through the door around 1am or if he's not lucky, even later, from work. Or on a lot of days when I have the day off but he doesn't work until five PM so we spend some of the day together. But Today! Today was the day where our luck landed on a Saturday and neither of us were working. (insert robust choir pandemonium)


I went for a morning jog and then it was off to brunch. Bob's Weigh was our destination of choice, and choice it was. I ordered the pancakes with both maple syrup and some form of delicious berries, and Tyson ordered toast and eggs and bacon. Accompanying were two orders of the latte sort. One small, one GIANT.


We sat. We sipped. We ate and chuckled. Oh how I'd missed these moments of brunch with Tyson. And when the plates were licked clean we noted that going to brunch is one of our top five favorite things to do together. That and cooking together. Biking. And I'm sure some other stuff.

Anyway, Good morning, Saturday. You were lovely.