Sleeping in past 8 and waking up without a cat sleeping on my face, biting my toes or tearing apart the underside of my bed. Going out to breakfast (my favorite meal to eat in a restaurant) on someone else’s tab. Being set free to wander around a bookstore all day and cart home as many books as can fit in a red wagon–Matilda style.
Being set free in a mall (not the kind they have in New Hampshire) and getting to fill several red wagons–or maybe Suburbans–with clothes that cannot double as pajamas or be worn to a preschool classroom. Coming home exhausted and happy from a day of retail therapy to my wonderful husband who has cooked dinner and magically made our 10 ft pile of laundry disappear (I’m not talking ‘disappear’ like what we do with it when we have company over, either.) Eating several servings of bread pudding in bed while watching Pulp Fiction and not feeling guilty that I didn’t even think about working out. Waking up from my dream and realizing that the only part I actually did was eat bread pudding and not work out 
What’s your perfect day look like?
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