Sept 25, 2010
Saturday morning is my morning to get up with Oliver so Bo gets a few extra hours of sleep. Sunday is my day to sleep in, but I usually find the laughter too alluring and get up early any way. I’ve really got to stop doing that.
You know that song, blah blah blah Saturday night, but I can’t wait, till Sunday morning, Sunday mor-or…or-or-or-OR-ning. Ok, now that it’s in your head (or now that you’re shaking your head because you have no idea what I’m talking about), the point is, I sing like that about my Saturday mornings. Because they’re fantastic. Seriously.
Unless I’m sick, then not so much.
This week though, not sick, so totally fantastic.