Breakfast in bed

Remember when I'd told you how badly I'd craved a lazy Saturday morning with breakfast in bed?

The hotel where we stayed last weekend must have been listening in because they left this near my pillow:

It was so tempting. So cruel, really. We didn't have time to enjoy something like this and grabbed a quick bite at a nearby Starbucks instead. Maybe next time. If I happen to blog about liking mints on my pillow, do you think the next hotel will listen? Can't hurt... (hint, hint)