Lazy Sunday

I love lazy Sundays.

Danny is home all day since it's Sunday and rain is in the forecast for tomorrow, so it's going to be a slow work week. J.D. is really sick. So sick, he's been sleeping since 9:45 AM and it's 2:30 PM now. The girls are still in their pj's.

We had pancakes and sausage for breakfast and then slowly read the paper, talked about all the great, productive things we could do today. In the end, we did none of those things.

I attempted a half-hearted effort at cleaning out our garage, which desperately needs to be attended. Maybe we should just set it on fire and start over. It's a dirty mess.

The Chargers are playing. The kids are happy. My handsome husband is home. Life is good.