*James*
I'm mixing, whisking, and getting breakfast ready to go! The water for the oatmeal has been boiling. I throw the oats in and mix them up. I already made a load of pancakes, scrambled some eggs, and fried some bacon. I discovered that the toaster isn't working for some reason, so toast is out of the equation but I figure this will do.
I start mixing around the last bit of pancake batter, ensuring that I've gotten all of the crumbs that might have settled on the bottom. I'm almost ready to pour it in the pan, when I hear one of my favorite 'old school' songs coming from the radio.
I just can't help myself. I start dancing across the kitchen floor and singing along. My voice is a little off key and probably resembles nails on a chalkboard, but I don't care! I love old music! Wel
