Happy Saturday!

Last night as I was falling asleep I said to Dave "You're my waffle", to which Dave obviously responded,  "What does that mean?" In my half asleep stupor I replied, "You're ripply and covered in yummy butter and syrup." Dave then told me a joke about a waffle before falling asleep... I love that guy :)

This morning in my fully awake mind I realized two things:

1. Calling my husband a ripply waffle sounds more like an insult than a compliment (who knows what I was thinking)
2. I really wanted waffles. 

This lead to me dragging Dave out of bed far earlier than he was ready for and getting some breakfast and Omelette and Waffle Cafe... yum! How can you be mad at getting out of bed for that goodness? Since we were downtown I had to stroll through the farmer's market and check out all the happenings. I truly cherish the Saturday mornings I get to spend with Dave, since they seem to be few and far between. Even fewer are the Saturday mornings we're actually together and have nothing to do on top of that! I'm so lucky to have such a great guy as my husband!