Sometimes, I really freak myself out. As in, I let my imagination run wild when I’m home alone at night (which is often because of Marc’s job) and I think of the absolute worst things that could possibly ever ever ever happen. Most of the time I know I am being ridiculous but last week, I legitimately had myself believing there was someone in our house, waiting to do who-knows-what and that I was going to die. Let me rewind.
One morning last week I got up super early (like 4:30 early…I know, I’m crazy) to go for a run. I took Maddie with me, as usual, and as I was getting her poop bags tied to her collar and her harness and leash on, I smelled an odd scent. It smelled like an old persons perfume or cologne. What the heck is that? I thought. I smelled my clothes to see if it was maybe from my dryer sheets but nope, they didn’t smell. I thought back to a story one of my patient’s once told me about how she knew there was a robber in her house when she smelled his cologne and once I got that in my head, I was convinced I was doomed when I returned home from my run.
Shockingly, there was no one waiting for me when I got home but oddly enough, I smelled the same exact scent when I sat down to drink some coffee after my shower. Seriously, what the heck IS that?! I thought to myself, a little more spooked now. But I checked all the rooms and found nothing so off to work I went. The whole day I couldn’t stop thinking about it and my mind seriously went off the deep end. I called Marc, making sure he was okay. I thought about how maybe it was a ghost. I was seriously freaked out.
It wasn’t until the next day when I went to take Maddie out for a walk and I grabbed one of her poop bags that I realized the scent was from the new brand of poop bags I bought. I repeat: I spent over a day worrying about an intruder in my home because I thought the “lavender fresh” scent from our new poop bags was the cologne of a murderer. Ugh. I am embarrassing. But really, I had to get that off my chest because I haven’t told anyone this yet. Not even Marc. I feel so much better now. Thanks for listening. Onto the food.
Bacon. Egg. Avocado. CHEESE. All rolled up in a lovely tortilla, for a lovely little breakfast. Breakfast burritos are fun because you can really put whatever breakfast-y food you want in there. Well, not really. You can’t put pancakes or waffles in there, but you know what I meant. Sausage, eggs, cheese, those sort of things. This morning we went with a California theme and added avocado. Best idea, ever. These are really easy to put together and can definitely be modified to your likings. I would’ve added salsa if we had it, and I think a little sour cream on top wouldn’t hurt a thing, either.