But I feel a lot older. And wiser.
Anyway, enough about me! How about these waffles, eh? Evan got me a super duper Belgian waffle maker. Because he fully supports my domestic habits, and because he knows I love a good crispy waffle. We did get a waffle maker for our wedding, but three years old combined with being pretty cheap to start out with wasn't boding well for the old guy. Let's just say it was a little bit of a fire hazard every time we made waffles.
So last night there was a little waffle party.


And that's the secret to a happy marriage. I'm pretty sure.