Breakfast is far and above the best meal of the day. Even at home, it is always a production. Dinner, on the other hand, is just what I can scrape together from the cupboard.
I received the email about the yo-yo and then when I clicked to comment the post turned into lunch. :D Are you looking for buried treasure with the magnifying glass?
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Well, the long short of it is, I am supposed to be searching for answers to life’s great mysteries but, somehow, always end up just going to lunch, instead. Who needs the ‘great’ answers when you can have a nice meal? Thanks, MM
I love your-your posts and would like to be a follower, but for some reason, when I fill in my email address and click “Follow,” it doesn’t seem to “take” — can you confirm whether or not it did? Thanks.
I just checked and I do not see your name, so, I have to assume yours was not added. But I wouldn’t know why. But I know if I were to ask wordpress they would say, delete cookies, turn your computer off and on, try a new browser, et al. Sorry, MM, but thanks for the attempted follow. I will check again, later, to see if there is a change.
Tref-tastic! A mighty breakfast for sure, and if you have any leftovers you can ask for a doggy bag to take them home. Imagine, swinging a yo yo, walking the dog, and carrying a doggy bag all at the same time!
technology the way it is, I do not doubt we will one day see a yo-yo walking an actual dog. Why not says I? And I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
Hey, Janny! Yo-yos were big back in grade school and I had one, but I didn’t really connect with it. I guess I too busy with other my dumb pursuits. And I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
Breakfast used to be (or still is) the important meal where I came from –South Korea. Thus, largest meal of the day, so we get good energy to work all day.
I remember when Duncan referred more to yoyos than to donuts! :) I could do D’ Sleeper, Walk D’ Dog, and Rock D’ Cradle. On one occasion nearly smacked myself in the head with an ill-conceived Round D’ World maneuver.
at that time in my life, my father told me I had to be 18 to go into DD. Can you imagine me walking up to the counter, ID in hand, saying “I’m legal now, may I please order a coffee?”
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I’m no good with yo-yo either. A hearty breakfast 🥞
Breakfast is far and above the best meal of the day. Even at home, it is always a production. Dinner, on the other hand, is just what I can scrape together from the cupboard.
That’s the rule of healthy eating.
Yo Ho Ho.
What a lunch.
Thanks, VC.
Before using the yo-yo as a leash, do you still have to put the dog to sleep?
Thanks, CES
I received the email about the yo-yo and then when I clicked to comment the post turned into lunch. :D Are you looking for buried treasure with the magnifying glass?
Well, the long short of it is, I am supposed to be searching for answers to life’s great mysteries but, somehow, always end up just going to lunch, instead. Who needs the ‘great’ answers when you can have a nice meal? Thanks, MM
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Haha great! Thanks for reading
I love your-your posts and would like to be a follower, but for some reason, when I fill in my email address and click “Follow,” it doesn’t seem to “take” — can you confirm whether or not it did? Thanks.
I just checked and I do not see your name, so, I have to assume yours was not added. But I wouldn’t know why. But I know if I were to ask wordpress they would say, delete cookies, turn your computer off and on, try a new browser, et al. Sorry, MM, but thanks for the attempted follow. I will check again, later, to see if there is a change.
You always looked stunned when your food arrives!
Haha when you are searching for life’s answers in a croissant sandwich, you may be shocked at what you find. Thanks, Crow
What the hell is this?! —> https://pin.it/1Shxgrc
Good heavens! And thanks, Mich
Holy hell is right, I didn’t know the food would turn out so reptilian looking. (Should I delete it?)
haha no no no. I like it as it is.
It’s a thin temporal line between Perry Mason of the past and Dixon Hill of the future.
That is hilarious. Thanks, David.
Whoa! You must be one hungry guy!😳
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How I do love my breakfast! Thanks, Rugby
It’s a dog eat dog world, they say. Be careful what you order for lunch, depending on the country you are in.
I see leftovers in your future! Hahaha
Haha we did bring the waffles back home with us! Thanks, Diane.
Liking the name Yo-Yo for my next dog which actually would be my first one.
Yeh, you know, I like it, too. Particularly if it’s a small dog. And I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
Tref-tastic! A mighty breakfast for sure, and if you have any leftovers you can ask for a doggy bag to take them home. Imagine, swinging a yo yo, walking the dog, and carrying a doggy bag all at the same time!
technology the way it is, I do not doubt we will one day see a yo-yo walking an actual dog. Why not says I? And I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
That’s how I would use the yo-yo too. That’s a big meal! And, the magnifying glass??
Always searching for the next clue in the case, Betsy! And I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
Well done, Sherlock. Always be alert!
Amen to that. I never got the hang of the yo yo.
Hey, Janny! Yo-yos were big back in grade school and I had one, but I didn’t really connect with it. I guess I too busy with other my dumb pursuits. And I apologise for the lateness of my reply.
Breakfast used to be (or still is) the important meal where I came from –South Korea. Thus, largest meal of the day, so we get good energy to work all day.
I agree. breakfast comprises all my favorite foods short of a club sandwich. Thanks, B.
It looks as if you are enjoying a great meal.
Always, Tokeloshe. Thanks.
I remember when Duncan referred more to yoyos than to donuts! :) I could do D’ Sleeper, Walk D’ Dog, and Rock D’ Cradle. On one occasion nearly smacked myself in the head with an ill-conceived Round D’ World maneuver.
Thanks, C.
at that time in my life, my father told me I had to be 18 to go into DD. Can you imagine me walking up to the counter, ID in hand, saying “I’m legal now, may I please order a coffee?”
[…] pic is in honor of the uniquely bizarre blogger, tref, who will, no doubt, appreciate that description. He frequently ends posts with an image of him […]