his birthday, part 3: cinnamon roll dinner

our leisurely saturday was wonderful like this: 

got up we-have-no-kids-late, made some of the

coffee we brought back from ny, trotted out to

a bicycle shop and picked up a birthday present

for jazz, came home and spun it around, 

made some cinnamon rolls to die for 

(as in, i'll probably die if i eat a second one), 

and topped them off with scrambled eggs and 

soysage, since our cholesterol levels were

obviously going to be running low.

i do like saturdays like this.