(Yes, I cut my sandwich into a heart shape. I realize this isn't normal behavior.)
Someday, I will be married and I will wake up early, sneak out to the kitchen and quietly make heart shaped egg sandwiches for my studly, sleeping husband...and maybe an adorable child or two...or five.
But for now? Waking up alone, clattering around in my tiny kitchen, setting off three fire alarms, photographing said heart-shaped sandwich and quietly catching up on your hilariously disastrous kitchen-related comments is A-okay. :)