Sweet at sugar. Or not.

When asked why I was served with a large batch of pancakes doused in maple syrup and topped with ice cream (Seems odd, when I am in fact not being spoken to and living in a seperate part of the house now) I was answered that it is easier to make a large batch of pancake mixture than to just cook for one.

Ahhh, feel the love.

Life unraveling at disturbing rate of knots? Yes'm.

Still, at least I have the sugar high from my bizarre breakfast to keep me warm at night.