I love pancakes. I've always loved pancakes, and particularly, I love my mama's pancakes. For some strange reason, I recall a childhood school assignment where we had to explain in an essay what our last meal would be (as if we were on death row or something - I'm really hoping that I'm mis-remembering this project!) Anywho, I wrote about pancakes. I could eat them morning, noon, and night. I'm sure everyone else wrote about steaks or lobster, but I chose pancakes.
The last time I saw my first love was when he dropped me off at my house one morning. I really wanted him to come in and say hi to my mom. I wish more than anything that he'd taken me up on my offer of mama's pancakes. Then I'd at least have had a few more precious minutes with him.
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Thursday, June 14, 2018
Saturday, June 9, 2018
Adventure #50: Hot Air Balloon Ride
It's been a loooong time since my last adventure post, but it's time for installment #50: a bucket list item. While on a 5-day vacation, Lizard and I splurged on a sunrise hot air balloon ride. The day was perfectly clear with only the slightest wind, and the views were breathtaking. An unforgettable experience.
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