Weekend Mornings CG Style

Hello Weekend Breakfast, aka Lover of My Soul, this stuff sticks to my thighs ribs. And you might think this looks gross, but once you mix the eggs with all the other grease infested items, it is an explosion like his and her KY Jelly, but for your mouth. And not gross. Did I really just make that analogy?...Oh Lordy-Be, those commercials are getting to me.
But I had two burritos...but they were small. At least smaller than what I really wanted. So does that count for anything? I need to keep my calories up with the whole Dug Out Mom responsibilities and all. Can I get a witness?
Eldest Twerp spent her morning increasing her vocabulary and knowledge base of the senses and brain. The Boy Twerps chose alternative activities.
Sword fighting seems to be becoming ever so popular.

And Baby Twerp took a hard hit to his ribs...and...and...He was hurt.
And he went down...
down...
down...
in a burnin ring of fire.

You know you were singing it too...well off to you know where.