Saturday is Julie's day to sleep in, and Sunday is mine. That's an all-time, carved-in-stone rule. The only time you would relinquish your sleep-in day is if you needed to use it as a bargaining chip.
For instance, my friend whose girlfriend works for the Twins called me yesterday with an extra ticket to today's game. I told him I'd get back to him, and then I thought about what to say to Julie. "Woman, I know we planned to spend tomorrow doing quality family activities, but instead I'm ditching you for baseball and beer. Beer in plastic cups."
Such a declaration would have caused a delicate situation, and by "delicate situation" I mean Julie might have thrust her hand into my chest and extracted my still-beating heart.
So I gave her my sleep-in day (she awoke around 10:00) and everyone ended up happy, with hearts intact.
1 comment:
lol! that last one cannot possibly be sanitary. hey i wanna babysit! are you in need of going somewhere this coming saturday?
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