This is totally blogworthy, don't you think?

I don't even like waffles, well, let me re-phrase that. I don't even like maple syrup. Long story. Too many years as a classroom teacher, kids coming in first thing in the morning smelling like maple syrup, had to smell it all day, makes me want to vomit now, you get the idea. So I rarely, actually, I never eat waffles with maple syrup. I do like waffles with strawberries on top. At the hotel we stayed at in Dallas, they had this Texas waffle iron so I had this for breakfast every morning. Not because I liked it, but because who could resist??? Although, Cary and I decided they should have had a TEXAS SIZED waffle iron that makes family sized waffles the size of the table. Cause you know, everything's bigger and better in Texas! The last day we were there, I showered the girls BEFORE breakfast and sent Cary down to eat breakfast with them while I got dressed. And my instructions went like this: "Feed them anything EXCEPT the waffles. They've already had their baths and I don't want to smell maple syrup all day!" About 30 minutes later, they all came back into the room and the girls walked up to me to see what I was doing and I got my sniffer to sniffin' and by golly, I smelled me some maple syrup! I said, "I thought I said NO WAFFLES today!" Cary was baffled at how I could smell it. He quicly defended his actions, "I fed it to them bite by bite myself so their skin would NOT touch the syrup." (Yes, but a mother always knows!)