I think what I love best about Sundays.....

Is that even though I go to work an hour later (store hours dont ya know) I still wake up at the same time.

The same freakin' 5:30 am. See, most days, that means I have 3 and a half hours to do my morning and get ready for work. That's a lot of time, and I usually have the chance to start feeling a little tired before I even leave for work.

Sundays, however, mean a whole extra hour of waiting. A whole extra hour of puttering around, waiting for it to be time to go.

A whole 'nother hour to get tired.

Yeah, that's just what I need.

Buenos con queso,

T.