Sweet Sunday*

I had an American breakfast on Sunday! It was fabulous. My co-worker Scott (not my bishop, the other one) and his family invited me over. They have French toast every Sunday morning. It's my favorite breakfast and it was a fabulous way to start the day.

I now have a standing invitation for French toast Sundays with them. It's nice to spend time at their place. His wife, Sidra, said I could visit them for "a little taste of America." They have 2 girls and a baby boy. The girls got kind of attached to me. In all fairness, Scott warned me they might. They are really cute and I don't have other little kids to play with, so we're all happy!

*I always think of playing PayDay with my cousins at Grandma's house when I hear this phrase. And I say it in the funny voice we used everytime someone landed on a Sunday square :)