Michelle’s house was always to funnest to stay for sleepovers in junior high and high school, her little terrier Mikey coming down to smell our breathe in the morning aside, it was a teenage dream. The basement was all ours and it had a pool table and sleeping bags, the boys we allowed to occasionally hang out with us lived nearby and we always ate at least one bowl of cake batter a night.
The icing on the cake, almost literally was in the morning when we were allowed to prepare waffles with mint chocolate chip ice cream for breakfast.
Jim and I indulged in this decadent breakfast today and it made me feel less of an adult, ready to go to the mall and check out boys.
But what do you think?