When I woke up this morning, I was relieved to see that it had finally stopped snowing.
7 a.m. this morning, Clyde the party animal was his usual "Yee-Haw!" self. Gus was like, "It's too early, kid."
Strange, isn't it, how easily I embrace imaginary dog conversations now that my kids aren't around?
They don't even look like they're part of the same conversation in this picture. Gus looks like he's had enough of the cold and Clyde looks like he's still ready for his close-up.
I decided to make today's recipe, Baked French Toast, because I wanted to use up a package of rolls that I had in my freezer. It's a perfect breakfast for a snowy day!
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