Sunday, November 15, 2009

Sunday laziness..

I love Sundays! I always ask for them off. I think working on Sundays is a sin; not because of God but because it's the one day that all responsibilities are put on hold. No banks, no bills, no appointments or obligations. I also happen to LOVE football and it starts at 10 am and goes all day. What a great excuse to lay on the couch all day and drink beer. *Heaven!* Even better is that my husband, while not obsessed with football, is equally enthusiastic about food and cooking. So while I sloth on the couch, he is busy with all the amazing produce he picked up at the farmer's market the day before. I don't know how I ever ate at any shitty restaurant. I am so spoiled rotten that I have an amazing chef cooking for me every day. And he likes it!! He's perfectly happy puttering around in the kitchen while I lay on the couch watching TV. Disgusting, I know. Here's a typical conversation:

Noah: Can I get you anything?

Me: Another beer would be nice.

Noah walks over and hands me a cold beer, takes away my empty, kisses me. He goes back to the kitchen and continues making food.

Me: Can I help you do anything?

Noah: You are perfect doing what you are doing.

*Sigh!* What a great guy! A few minutes later he hands me this:


Pan seared chicken thighs, lettuce, figs, parsley, and blue cheese in a shallot vinaigrette. Yummy. So in return I baked chocolate snickerdoodles which he had for dessert with a big glass of milk. We played cribbage on the patio this afternoon and shared a bottle of Pinot Noir from the Santa Ynez valley. He's fallen asleep while I type this, it's super cozy in our apartment, smells good. Aaahhhhh, I love lazy Sundays!

3 comments:

Melanie said...

Gorgeous. Your life is good, and that makes me happy.

Mama Nomad said...

at least you KNOW how lucky you are--L.A. hasn't totally spoiled you:)

pjackson2009@charter.net said...

You deserve it. I am so happy for you. I could add one more thing to make the conversation perfect. " Honey, pick up the phone and talk to your mom, I bet she misses you and would love to hear your voice."" I was just thinking the same thing, thanks dear."