A waffle iron showed up on Curtis’ front porch a week ago, apparently mailed to him by an ex-girlfriend. He doesn’t know why exactly she mailed it. Perhaps she knew of his extreme fondness for breakfast and was trying to win him back. Or maybe she just had an extra one. At any rate, it’s an random thing to show up on your porch unexpected.
And life is about taking advantage of those rare and crazy days when a breakfast appliance shows up in the mail unannounced. Friends brought nutella, bananas, peanut butter, raspberries, pineapple, ice cream, bacon, orange juice and of course, champagne. The waffles boats were loaded, and so too were some of the guests. It was a great and delicious morning.
