"It is!" exclaimed the Husband, throwing the bed covers off him.
As if it mattered that we got up late. We didn't have to get anywhere or have anything done by 9:00 a.m. today. Although getting up later meant no early bike ride with Tilda-Hilda. Maybe we'll go for a spin around the neighborhood after I rake leaves in the backyard and prune some vines and such in the front yard.
I wondered why our alarm clock didn't wake us up. I opened the blinds in the living room. Molly the Cat looked up from the couch. Ha!
The Mama? I peeked into her bedroom. She was sleeping soundly.
Yes, a perfect Sunday morning.
Now a perfect Sunday afternoon. I still haven't gone outside. Those colored pencils distracted me.