Saturday, November 03, 2007


Friday morning I woke up at around 8:30. Somehow in the night my mind had rolled forward an extra day and I was convinced that it was Saturday morning. This Saturday we had a 9:00 a.m. softball game, making it almost like another weekday. I nervously realized that we might be late, and hurriedly woke Laura so that we could get ready for the game.

"It isn't Saturday. It's Friday," she annoyedly informed me.

"Oh, good," I said, as I crawled back under the covers, "Then I can go back to bed."

The people thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases


empeterson said...

Sleeping In, the Postal Service

Maria Rose said...

what time do you go to work?