He wears his sunglasses at brunch
So he can, so he can
Watch you eat
Then steal your french toast
And he wears his sunglasses at brunch
So he can, so he can
Keep track of the apples on his plate.
So he can, so he can
Watch you eat
Then steal your french toast
And he wears his sunglasses at brunch
So he can, so he can
Keep track of the apples on his plate.
(my own version of Corey Harts "sunglasses at night")
Yes, I'm blogging about brunch. I'm that blocked for blog posts.
The Bad Robot and I had a brunch party this morning...
French toast
eggs
milk
cinnamon
vanilla
brown sugar
One of the last of our hand picked orchard apples
Just so you know... It rocked hard.
The sunglass wearing Robot approved.
