One morning Sheldon declared that he was going to make a “special breakfast.” And I got unreasonably excited.
I love breakfast. I love to be made breakfast. But to be told that I was going to be made a special breakfast? Something that had never been made in my personal history of being made breakfasts? I immediately hovered creepily close to him and documented each step. I even recorded slow-motion footage of chives being chopped for no apparent reason whatsoever.Read More