Breakfast this morning

This morning R came in from the barn a bit later than usual... we are looking for a new bull this spring and have some on line catalogues to peruse.  I defrosted a couple of nice juicy nutty homemade cinammon buns and head for the computer...R hot on my trail.  We seat ourselves and I proceed to navigate to the first choice sales catalogue...nice work.

While I am  working the net R begins buttering his bun and eats...while sipping coffee strong enough to tar the foundation wall of your house.

We start going through all the bulls listed and either circling ones we like or X-ing out the ones we don't... He's finished his cinammon bun and after a while, leans over and cuts my untouched one in half...I hadn't started eating mine because I didn't want to get the mouse all sticky.. anyway long story short...he ended up eating the other half of my bun before we were done... and these are no shrinking violet buns...each one was the size of a saucer...  it's 11 am by this time and I am officially hungry (not having had anything to eat so far)  he then has the audacity to say...maybe we could just have porridge, I'm not that hungry...hahahaha  so we have our hot cereal and I decide to have a cinammon bun after all...go to the freezer and thaw one out...but they are all just the end ones...half the size and no raisin, nuts or sugary goodness to be seen. damn.

I told R I was going to write about his bun eating on my blog and he cried...They are going to think I am a monster....ahahaha,  I said, they already do...and you are...you bun eater.