Yesterday, I woke up at 5am, and couldn't will myself back to sleep...no matter how many sheep I counted. Being the internet addict that I am, I hopped on my laptop to shoot my husband an email, only to find my sister online...she lives across town and was also unable to sleep. We quickly decided this was a good reason to go stuff our faces.
Makes perfect sense, right?
Down the street from my house, there's a sweet little cafe that really triumphs at crave-worthy breakfast. I picked the lemon crepe this time...and holy smokes. Not only was it as big as my head (photo evidence here), I'd also liken the taste to eating a cloud.
It may have been better than the crepe I had in Paris. Ouch...it hurt to say that!
After a few cups of joe, my sis headed to the airport, off to a bachelorette party in South Carolina...so I took myself to the florist further down the street, where I picked out a bunch of pale pink tulips. Love. So pretty I stopped in the park to unwrap them, drape the blooms over benches and stand unabashedly on picnic tables to snap photos.
It was pretty near close to the perfect morning. But, I'd be lying if I said I didn't catch a nap later in the day to make up for that unusually early start-time. ;)