Breakfast in Bed: The Final Frontier

sexy breakfast in bed

She had the right idea

Ladies and gentleman, we’ve had a break through.  It all started Sunday morning when I found myself snuggled in bed with The Wedding Date for the third installment of the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries.

(Yes, we’re watching Jane Austen together.  It was part of the deal I made to watch Star Wars.)

The only problem with the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries is that it’s rather long.  Six hours to be exact, and even though they’re six hours of Colin Firth goodness, a fictional Edwardian gentleman can only go so far in satisfying a woman’s a needs.  And I was hungry.

“How do you feel about breakfast in bed?” I asked The Wedding Date.

“Not good,” he replied.  Keep in mind this is the same man who practically had a heart attack when I tried to bring a Tupperware of cookies into his living room on our third date.

But that was nearly a year ago.  Since then, we’ve worked up to wine on the coffee table, water on the nightstand and even popcorn on the car on special occasions.  Breakfast in bed, as far as I was concerned, was the final frontier.

Without waiting for TWD to elaborate, I made my way to the kitchen and poured myself a bowl of Kashi’s Indigo Morning cereal with blueberries and almond milk.

After a few moments of consideration, he sighed and asked, “How much milk?”

“Hardly any!” I assured him.  “Less than an inch.”  In truth, I’d poured no less milk than usual but I felt no need to reveal this to TWD.

Before he could protest, I stepped back into bed with my cereal and smiled my very best “You know you love me” smile.

“You know I have never done this before?” he asked.  “Like ever?

“I’m sure you haven’t,” I replied.  “But don’t you see what wonderful things I am introducing into your life?  Jane Austen… Breakfast in bed… you should be thanking me!”

He grumbled, but he didn’t kick me out of bed.  Nor did he have a heart attack.  He even admitted that Pride and Prejudice was better than he thought it would be.

Now this is progress.

7 Responses to “Breakfast in Bed: The Final Frontier”

  1. Landlord

    LOL, I don’t imagine he would agree to smackers in bed though…all of the icing and possible crumbs. I LOVE breakfast in bed, although it truly only happens like a handful of times a year, one being Mother’s Day…

  2. Kate Ferguson Writes

    Love this post! The BBC series is just wonderful. I brought the set to Berlin with me and plan to watch it in bed (maybe this Sunday with some cereal and blueberries) Colin Firth was made for that role. The eyes…

  3. jlillymoon

    I have a very hard time understanding this whole food only in the kitchen dining room thing. Unless you are eating raspberries on a white couch and carpet it’s all washable / cleanable. He would have a stroke in my house where I end up with dog treats stuck to my pillow because it was wet when teddi tried to hide it there or the monthly crumb vacuum from under emmie’s bed from snacks. What’s more important? Clean floors or happy memories? But you have made progress.

    • Kat Richter

      Exactly! I mean I know its his house and my bedroom is an absolute slum in comparison but I think happy memories are way more important.


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