So… after a long week of work and then a fairly leisurely day off yesterday, I slept like a dead raccoon last night, and just stumbled downstairs to find this (see above) going on in my kitchen. The house smells like bacon, my tea is brewing, and my husband is making breakfast in his jammies, bedhead and all. He makes this incredible quiche lorraine from time to time that is nice and custardy and only gets better after sitting in the fridge for a day or two. It’s going to be a great day.

In other news, for those of you crazy people that keep asking for a picture of the baby bump, that’s it protruding into the picture on the top left.