The Great Bedroom Breakfast Adventure

Just a little update from the

breakfast for two that I yakked about

 on Tablescape Thursday...

 in case anyone is sitting on the edge of her seat waiting…

Anyone? Anyone?

I didn’t think so, but here’s the update anyway.

The husband arrived home late Friday afternoon and headed upstairs to unpack his bags as usual. I chirped along behind him as usual.  He spotted the table immediately. Why, he even complimented it.

Is that for your tablescape?

(Because, you see, I yak all about the tablescapes…)

I said that it was, but then I continued that

actually, it was for us.

He shook his head,

and I saw that smirk begin to appear on his face…

which is why I didn’t look at his face

as I launched in to an explanation

of the Great Breakfast Adventure…

which is why I failed to notice him

 whip out his bottle

of Snickering Testosterone
before he  proceeded to sprinkle

all over my breakfast table.


Apparently this is not a man's coffee cup.  

According to him, it is a tea cup.  Mr. Coffee also informed me that no man after the 19th century wanted to use a cup of  that size first thing in the morning.  He wasn’t sure, he opined, that they could get their fingers through the holder if they wanted to. He tried though, holding the girly teacup with pinky perched in the air.

Such a smarty pants I married.

I was seriously close to sticking a pear in his mouth, but I chose instead to act a little wounded, and although he knew that I was being a big fat faker, he agreed to meet me for breakfast and leave the snickering testosterone behind. 

I knew he would.

But I made a few changes in the name of marital compromise.  I replaced the dainty tea cups with some simple white coffee mugs.

And while I was at it, I replaced the embroidered linens with some simple green cotton ones. I removed the plant to give a little more room to the bull in the china shop and replaced it with a small vase of daisies. Then I moved his big old man chair over to the table so that he could smirk in comfort. 

And we enjoyed our breakfast.

I took that shot after the fact. You just don't bring a shiny red Kodak to a romantic breakfast for two, people…

He talked about his week and his visit with the girls and Miss Whimsy’s affection toward him right in front of her new friends. I talked about nothing at all, and he listened.
As usual.

He even said that he would like to do it again.

So there you have it.

I dub The Great Breakfast Adventure

a smashing success.

Now, I’m thinking about, 

a  candlelight dinner in the garden. 

Too bad I don't have a garden...