After a brutal week (and it’s just Wednesday!), I was finally able to make a decent supper for my girl.  I dropped the girls (Bela and her friend Gen) off for air rifle practice and saw Gen’s dad on the way home.  Thanks to his willingness to get the girls, I could actually stay home and fix supper.  It was almost ready by the time Glenn’s vehicle rolled into the driveway.  She said she could smell bacon outside.  (No, it wasn’t burned!)

Bela loves bacon and pancakes!

Isn’t it amazing how something as simple as cooking a meal can make you feel like a rock star?