Faces...

So. You know those times when you make faces at yourself in the mirror? (Just admit it). 

Yah. Well, Hubby caught me. 

And he couldn't stop laughing. 

Now he's prancing around doing high girlish voices and touching his face, pretending to be admiring himself in the mirror. Haha, thanks, babe. 

Off to make dinner-breakfast style. 

(Why is it that breakfast seems like such a pain in the morning, but super easy at night? Just me? ok.)

Time to make French Toast...Yah, you're craving it now...You're welcome!