I could eat breakfast for a snack, lunch, dinner, you name it. The greasier and runnier the yolk of a sunny-side up egg on top of sausage gravy and fried potatoes of some form – the better. It was the perfect Mother’s Day before being a ‘real mom’, but still considered a mom-mom since I’ve been hauling around a sizeable belly for 19 weeks now. Whatever, I’m a mom.
The unfortunate part about my wonderful experience mowing down on a calorie-dense skillet, is that I rubbed the belly against the table edge where I inadvertently left some runny egg drizzle. What’s even more sad, is that I didn’t realize it until AFTER I already walked past the long wait line on my way out of the establishment. *Sigh* This is where I would Twitter hastag MomProbs, i.e. #momprobs.