The headline above is a bit of a misnomer, considering it's evening now in more than half of the country, going on nightfall. And because there's no raunchy images of the "delight" one might
normally associate with that phrase. (Sorry, Chag! Maybe next week.)
So you'll have to forgive me. I overslept. I couldn't help it.
I rarely, rarely nap when Emmeline goes down for her siesta, but we had a busy day filled with farmers markets, public art viewings and heat stroke-inducing playgrounds. When we got home, Emme practically crawled into her crib by herself, while Dana and I flipped on a baseball game and were surprised -- shocked, actually -- to see our team winning.
"This is such a perfect day," Dana said. "I'm going to take a nap."
I could barely answer -- because she was right. And because I was already starting a nap of my own. That's how we roll on summer weekends -- sleepy. And because it is so perfect, I can only hope you do, too.
As always, the SD is always there to perk us again. And right now, I need it -- because that couch is still looking really, really comfortable. And we've got big plans for just another Saturday night.
One of my favorite posts this week comes from Jessica, who is clearly, incontrovertably trying to "buy" our way out of a war by trying to spread a more peaceful world view via T-shirts. WTF? you ask. My thoughts exactly. I can only say, Rock on with the peace kids. Because judging by some people's reactions, you're going to need it.
Alisyn is all about the summertime fun -- and those kids? Adorable.
Chag investigates McDonald's healthier advertising and likes what he sees.
Sarah knows that nothing says dress-up time like a Jesus doll.
Patti pees on her own terms -- no matter what the pros say. (Sorry, it sounds so much better if it's you.)
The SD is all about religion this week, as Karen investigates a 2-foot-tall Samson doll. (I personally think Job comes with cooler sidekicks, like frogs and pestilence -- yeah! -- but whatever.)
Kelly mourns the death of Match Box cars inventor Jack Odell, whose coffin was repeatedly crashed into other, newer coffins on the way to the cemetery. (No? Too mean? Jack would get it.)
As always, Pierre brings the thoughtful analysis -- this time to a "movement" against celebrity vagina flashing. Or something.
Stefania always brings the funniest videos. I love this one.
Rachael spreads the parental love -- one tongue kiss at a time.
And I know you're not going to believe this, but sometimes I get all dopey and mushy over things like date night.
