We had a long night (as usual) Saturday night. So my sweetie Dan let me sleep in on Sunday while he occupied the Mags with toys and a showing of Mr. Krueger's Christmas (a recent favorite --huh!?). I soon smelled something delicious and was then called into the kitchen for breakfast.
This is what I found:
"It's coffee cake," he said, "But we don't drink coffee, so Coke is the closest thing we had."
What a funny guy. I'm so lucky to have him.
p.s. The coffee cake was really good! I don't think I've ever even tried making one.