I love typhoon days. Well, I do feel bad for the people who have suffered in the latest round of storms. And to President Bush, how can you claim that there's no proof of global warming when weather around the world has been so funky this year? Typhoons and hurricanes just beating down Florida, Taiwan, and Japan.
Anyways, I digress. A typhoon day when there is no work and my greatest worry is a little water seeping in through the windows is my kind of day. And in my home, that means sleeping in. And then making breakfast when Angela asked if I would make my famous, so yummy whole-wheat pancakes, which I served with warmed bananas topped with a little cinnamon and sugar.