Is there anything better than lounging around on Sunday mornings, reading the paper and drinking and endless cups of coffee? During my working days, there were so many Sundays that I had to forfeit this pleasure, because I just couldn't spare the time. Weekends were for catching up on all the things I had to do, which left little time for things I wanted to do. But now, I can usually take all the time I want to read about 36 Hours in Bangalore,India, who's wearing what "On The Street," or the $125 million apartment for sale at the Pierre. And if, for some reason, I don't have time on a Sunday, well...there's always Monday! It's just another thing to add to my list of "Things I Love About Not Working."
You can tell a lot about a person by the newspaper sections they read. In my house, there's no fighting over who gets what. We are at polar opposites of the Sunday newspaper section spectrum, so we pretty much split the New York Times into two distinct piles, and never the twain shall meet. I'm a "Travel, Arts & Leisure, Styles" kind of girl; he's a "Business, Automobiles, Week-In-Review" kind of guy. If that doesn't give you enough of an idea as to how different Mr. Goo Shoes and I are, imagine the following scene:
