I May Have Converted The Adorable Hubby

. . . to napping, one of life's greatest pleasures, no doubt. usually, the cute one tells me that i'm sleeping my life away, as i do nap on both saturday and sunday. as mentioned in a previous post, i come from a family that not only are die-hard nappers, but also take to their beds whenever they are home. cereal.

honestly, you would think we're the biggest bunch of bums or invalids, but again, you would be wrong. my parents, sister, and brother are all go-go-go kind of people, always on the run, working their tails off (and my dad is even retired, true story). which may explain the addiction to their beds. so, although i do enjoy cheeseburgers and hate waffles, i can say i'm part of the clan. but there are days where i think i'm adopted, for shore.

anyway, normally the husband gives me a lotta grief for recharging my batteries, but the siren of the nap is strong and i am a slave to its call. there are worse things in life, no? well, today i may have finally converted the non-napper. we had breakfast at our usual place (the classic cup) and then ran what seemed like a gazillion errands, but in reality, it was only three (pier one, party central, and target). we needed to go to costco, but we came home instead, starting watching a fascinating show about tornados on the national geographic channel, and realized we weren't going to make it through the afternoon.

yes, i can admit, i was the first one to crawl into bed. the girls came next--they are so smart. like their mom (that's me). and finally, the cute one gave up and crashed. guess we both needed it as we slept almost three hours. i feel a conversion coming on!