Just to clarify, I am still not gluten intolerant. I also don’t really much care for pancakes. Shocking, I know, but they’ve never really tickled my tastebuds.

I would wager that no one really likes pancakes, they just like the toppings and love the fact that someone, somewhere has made it acceptable to eat a plate of Nutella without looking like a delinquent.

That being said, Anna loves them. She is also worse at getting out of bed than I am (on occasion). Actually, when I didn’t live here, she was perfectly fine getting up in the morning. I feel I’ve been a bad influence on her while she has been a great influence on me. Like some sort of societal obligation osmosis. We will soon find a balance whereby we are both perfectly comfortable getting out of bed at least before midday.

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