I think I might suffer from some kind of identity crisis. Everyone else’s lives always seem far more interesting than my own.
I was at a breakfast at Boon Fly CafĂ© the other day with a colleague. This is not an everyday outing for me. I’m lucky to eat a hot breakfast any day of the week, and a restaurant meal is always a treat. Plus, it is a known fact in Momland that food made and served by someone else always tastes better. Anyway, as we were about to bite into the Boon Fly’s famous cinnamon sugar donuts, served hot from the fryer, a youngish couple without children came into the restaurant.
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