Breakfast for dinner

Being an adult means a lot of things to me. It means that no one can tell you its your bedtime, that you're sitting waaay too close to the TV, that you shouldn't run with scissors or that you can't spend the whole day in bed. Donuts for lunch? That's fine. Breakfast for dinner? Why not?

Feeling a little stressed over my final month before taking off for Paris, and a bit blue that the holiday weekend was coming to a close, I decided to curl up in bed with a good book and some blueberry pancakes for dinner. And to those who would chastise me for it... you know you're just jealous.