this morning #2078.

this morning, i’m pretty sure what we have here is a good, old fashioned waffle disaster. batter scattered all over. jesus, mary & joseph. if i’d known that he wasn’t proficient with kitchen appliances, i never would’ve agreed to let him make us breakfast. should’ve made certain first. that’s on me, i guess. i saw movement on the balcony. he was out there pacing with a cigarette. i got myself a cup of coffee & went out to join him. he stopped his pacing for a quick kiss & a flustered apology. “mad sorry about your kitchen, love. that waffle maker’s BONKERS.” weirdo. what planet is this guy from? all i could do is chuckle. definitely not a word i’ve ever heard used to describe a waffle maker. it’s a pretty standard issue model. unlike him.