It’s 12:30 and I still have not eaten breakfast. I got up late, did my whole shower/hairdo thing late. I got dressed late. Hubby got up late. He is off to get boxes so we can pack some more because we we are late doing that *smacks head*. I find myself wishing we had a fruit garden outside with a grove full of Apricot trees, apple trees, peach trees, and such so I could just go outside and pick some breakfast instead of having to go through the whole rigmarole of deciding what to eat, how to make it, and if I want to share