There are some weekends when I can’t wait to get outside and work my scrawny butt off. Saturdays when I do so much I need a spatula to get me out of bed Sunday morning. Then there are other weekends I just want to part the couch cushions and climb in till True Blood or Dexter show up on Sunday night. Two days when I just need to chill and let the drool cup itself in a shirt pocket. This is one of those weekends.
