I'm a spoiled guy.
If my girlfriend gets up first "to make the coffeee", I know by the time I get up, the coffee will be made, the dishes done and probably a load washed and dry and another load in the dryer.
If it's the weekend and we're at my house on frozen Frost-bite Lake, we'll pull our chairs to the deck window to watch the birds on the feeders and Peggy will inevitibly ask, " Do you want a bloody before breakfast?"
Who in their right mind would say no?
She makes a kick-@$$ Bloody Mary (with a beer chaser - it's a Wisconsin thing).
Where would you go for a good Bloody in Negril these days (it's been years since I've been there)?
We like them more than a likkle spicy.