Waffles

My husband and I have been chuckling all weekend about waffles. Belgian, plain, flavored, with butter and syrup or fruit and whipped cream... all sorts of waffles.

The odd thing is, the fun started not because of food, but because I couldn't decide on something. Actually two somethings. And I was going back and forth between the issues - waffling. Which started the teasing. We had fun with it and the decisions were made, though I'm still waffling on them.

Seems as though a lot of folks are doing that these days. I know a lot of my friends are. Should I stay at home and continue to try to make the writing work? Or go back to the full time job because the family needs the income? Or find something at least parttime to supplement what the significant other brings in?

Decisions.

Something we face every day. Some of them are minor - should I wear a heavy coat or just a sweater? Some of them more major - Should I stay at home or go back to work?

And unfortunately, nobody can make the decision for us. Oh, we can talk about the pros and cons with friends and family, but ultimately, the real choice comes down to us. We factor in all the issues and come up with what seems like the best solution. The big ones are never easy.

But it's nice to know there are friends and family out there who will listen and understand and help.

And eat the waffles with us. I'll have mine with blueberries and whipped cream, thank you very much. :)