Workin' For the (Little) Man

I made the most beautiful breakfast this morning, it's Saturday, I should've taken a picture of the plates - yellow scrambled eggs, perfectly cooked turkey bacon, melty chocolate chip banana pancakes, fresh watermelon, raspberries and strawberries all jumbled in a bright red pile...

I was bringing it out to Lilly and Emma, saying, "Wow, wait til you see this breakfast," and right before I set it down, Lilly says hopefully, "Mickey Mouse?" Meaning, did I make Mickey Mouse pancakes. Which of course no. I did not. One mighty swing, chops my Perfection into Loser.

I set it down, now looking suckily like a regular white man breakfast you'd get in Dullsville Cafe.

Workin' for the (Little) Man. They have a way of punching you right in the nuts.

(By the way, once I picked my guts off the floor and arranged them neatly, it was an awesome breakfast after all.)