OK, I know I'm going to pay for saying this out loud--that once I say it it will never happen again--but Betty seems to understand the concept of "weekend." Two Saturdays in a row she's slept til 7:00!When I was in college I routinely slept til noon on Saturdays. There was even one time (this is an extreme example) when I woke up so late that the sun was already down again (that was when I lived in the German House, which was described by our own faculty advisor as a "den of iniquity"). That might have been the same day/night that I made the infamous "eggnog pancakes" but I digress.
None of the college debauchery compares to the sheer hedonistic pleasure of our Friday night and Saturday--on Friday night a steak dinner, a Great Lakes Brewery Oktoberfest beer, DVR'd Mad Men and bed. And today there was playing with the baby and taking a nap for me and working on his article alone in the office for Steele. Totally better than the days of eggnog pancakes.
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