I stayed in bed all day. What did you do?

The weekend? She was gorgeous, friends.

Sun was shining. There was a nice, light breeze. It wasn't 400 degrees, feeling like 500 with the humidity. T'was perfect!

Of course, I only got to take full advantage of Saturday, as much of my Sunday was spent in bed. Saturday night we went to a friend's wedding and got home and into bed at 2am. Not usually the end of the world for me. However, for some reason, it COMPLETELY knocked me out this time around.

I got up at 9am Sunday morning. Had a little cereal. Watched a little TV. Then realized that I had to drag my ass back to bed at 11am or I was going to perish from exhaustion right then and there.

So from about 11am until 1pm, I slept. After that, I woke up and spent from around 1pm until 4pm in bed reading.

I had a full-on relaxing, vegging, lazing about day.

And even though it was beautiful out? I enjoyed every second of my bed.

Ah, Sundays. How I love them so.

Arwen the cat says: "Stop yer yappin'. I'm sleepin' over here."