The foster puppies had us up before 6 this morning. After braving the rain, they were more than eager to get back inside and play. I was good for about an hour or two, then I headed to bed. Brunch was much needed when I woke up. One of these days I’m going to need to visit a place that serves mimosas for brunch. Speaking of alcoholic breakfast, am I the only person who finds the concept of a Bloody Mary positively disgusting? I’m not a tomato juice person to begin with so I don’t see how alcohol could possibly improve that abomination.
Tomato soup = delicious. Tomato juice = the creation of a crazy person, no doubt.
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