If you’re old enough to know what drat means, then you already know what kind of week I’ve had. If you don’t know, drat feels like substantial annoyance combined with the need to eat something not “Oz approved” to cope with it. If I’m being honest, it went way beyond “drat.” I was going to post a picture of some waffles to help us all cheer up about the fact that there will be no grand wisdom from the blog this week, but, alas they were charging money for all the really good ones. And forget about waffles with creme fraiche. Then I thought kittens or…