I just woke up, grumbling and ready to go to work.
And then my daughter tells me it’s Sunday! How did I miss a day?
What a magnificent feeling,
I put another log in the wood stove, and am now slinking back to sleep for a while.
Ahhhhh…
Woulda been funnier if you were part of the MMP.
I’m gonna say I agree with the OP only because I usually work every weekend, and I’m so used to leaving work and having only a little bit of time, then going to sleep to go to work.
But I’m off today! So last night I got home knowing I have a whole day!
I’m gonna watch football, and YouTube videos, maybe play PS3 if football is boring. and drink lots of soda
Sunday, bloody Sunday…
So far I’ve fed the cats, made two pots of coffee, cleaned the dishes and put them in the dishwasher, started the dishwasher, chopped kindling, perforated the back of my hand somehow – saw it when I went to type on the computer, cleaned the back of my hand and put antibiotic ointment and an adhesive strip on it, and took the membranes off of the beef ribs that I will start cooking in an hour or two.
Then she said, ‘We need some biscuits and gravy.’ I’ll make them as soon as the dish washer stops and I move it out of the way.