Leggo My Eggo!

I think I've eaten Eggo waffles twice, maybe three times in my entire life. What can I say, store-bought toaster-popped pancakes just can't compare to the delicious mounds of wheaty goodness that my mom whipped up for us on the skillet come Saturday morning. Her wheat pancakes left me weak in the knees. Huh....maybe that's why I didn't ever date as a teenager, because I was having a love affair with homemade breakfast foods. Interesting theory. Surely not even a romantic kiss could be sweeter than that maple syrup from the little brown bottle(I'm completely kidding at this moment). Needless to say, the words "leggo my eggo" certainly never crossed my never-been-kissed lips.

Anyways, the real reason why I started this post was because I'm reading an interesting book right now that talks about self-realization and the ego. The author basically says that when we recognize our ego, we are letting go of it, which is a good thing. So I think to myself: "Leggo my Eggo!" The book is obviously having a great effect on me. :)