Tasty breakfasts that are bad for you on your first day of school and always

Yesterday was the first day of Aaron's classes at Trinity--and we both woke up to an infiltrating scent of bacon. BACON.

Unfortunately it wasn't coming from my kitchen, but if our hunches are correct, our apartment-neighbor below us had a very pleasant morning.

We haven't had bacon since our honeymoon in June, which, well, is probably for the best. Though we more than made up for it by eating one of these yesterday morning:

Homemade, non-aesthetically pleasing buttermilk cinnamon rolls! Take THAT, neighbor-bacon!

Oh, and here's a lovely picture of Aaron being happy for his second day of school. And terrified of his first day of Greek class. ;D

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