Ah, the latest impulse...

Scene one: last night, Ken goes to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription. I give him my bank card to do so.

Scene two: this morning.

Me: Where's my bank card?

Ken: I put it in the Rx bag to be nice.

Me: You mean the bag that I threw away?

Ken: Did you take the trash out?

Me: No, did you?

Communication fail at its finest. Since neither of us take out the trash until it's piling up, falling out, and gathering on the counter...we were safe. 

Coffee, red bull, and donuts down. Getting up early has never been so easy...

It keeps happening. What you don't see are the brownies in the oven.

Banana bread - Ken said it smelled funny and asked what it was made with. Health, I told him. Health. Whole wheat flour, honey, and applesauce...

Dinner is served: cherry pie (half eaten because, well...Did you know it takes a long time to make whipped cream?), homemade whipped cream, boston cream cake, and marble cake.