rainy saturday

on lazy weekend days where i find myself snuggled in bed watching bad TV and eating way too many snacks, i'm perfectly happy. until i look at the clock and realize it's the middle of the afternoon and i have "things" to do. that's when the guilt sets in and i drag my ass out of my nest and half-heartedly start getting dressed...until i notice that it's raining outside and i dive back into my nest gleefully. what is it about rain that makes it okay to be a lazy bum? whatever it is, i hope it never quits working.