  Sundays are always great. I remember a time when I was growning up there would be an occasion or two were I'd get breakfast in bed (with my favorite section of the newspaper along side my waffles). That's what this Sunday reminds me off. . . . those Sundays with breakfast in bed. Why do you ask?
Because my house is CLEAN (I finally had a chance to clean it when hubby took the children out for a while) and my dinner is cooked. Which basically means that I don't have sh*t else to do and I can relax in my clean, pine sol and bleach smelling home, and not think about all the dayum dirt, dust, debris, and dirty clothes that are plied up. (and yes that is the story of my life, keeping my home clean - it's good Feug Shui). LOL Well as I sit and type these lines, the children are down for their naps (yes both as the same time I can barely believe it myself) and the hubby and I are messing around on the computer (cuz we don't have a life).
It's cold and gray outside (in Cali in the summer no less) and it feels like one of those days to light a log in the fireplace and put on one of those old dvd's that we've seen a million times. 
