Breakfee

This morning I had an overwhelming desire for a weekend breakfast. Weekend breakfasts are those delicious, artery clogging meals only consumed on the weekend for several reasons. After eating such a feast, one must not be required to participate in activity that requires thought of physical movement. A weekend breakfast must be followed by one of the three: A nap, a matinee movie*, a lay by the pool.
Weekend breakfasts aren't meant to be eaten alone. One must always have a sister or pal dining with them.
Another rule of weekend breakfast is almost never prepare this food yourself. Typically purchased at I-Hop, Denny's, Dee's or the like, one can find a find weekend breakfast for a reasonable price.
Pancakes, eggs, bacon or sausage are must haves.
I wanted everything that came with a weekend breakfast this morning. I wanted the pancakes, the eggs and bacon (crispy!) and possibly orange juice. I wanted to go see a movie with my belly full and bake in the sun after. I wanted Denny's to make it for me and clean up after me. But most of all, I wanted my sisters to be with me consuming the hearty feast.

I had Frosted Flakes in a paper cup instead.

September first can't come soon enough!