Breakfast in bed this morning was home made french toast. Yum!
What did I do to deserve such a treat? Well, we made a bet about when the buyers would move into the house down the street. I said before December 1 (gutsy move since the sold sign didn’t go up until after November 1) and my husband took the rest of the time continuum.
The new owners moved in on the afternoon of November 30.
Making bets of little things like this are a good way to spice up your life. Now it turns out my husband can cook. However, if yours can’t, don’t forget that most restaurants do takeout, and I’m sure your husband can drive.
Now back to my quilting zone.