Saturday morning is, perhaps, my favorite time of the week. It usually sees (best friend and roommate) Crics and I sitting around in our pjs, drinking coffee and watching bad TV movies. Then our neighbor, Miss Sparkle, comes over and we sit around and talk about the week (and boys) like the bunch of girls we are. This is why our house is nicknamed the sorority house. This Saturday included bacon and google chat with our friend, Paterfamilias, so it was wins all around.

There are more than several things I could be doing right now, but I can’t quite shake the warm, cozy bliss of the morning enough to care. Perhaps some porch-sittin’ is in order.