You know what I love more than just about anything? The freedom to pass out on Friday night at 9pm after four pizza slices and a Fresca. The just happened.
I took a nap on the couch with my cat on my chest. I awoke with my dog on my chest which is strange as she cannot jump up onto the couch by herself. Maybe I sleep-helped her up. No idea.
Now, at 35, I have to really appreciate these special moments. I know how in Kodak commercials “special moments” refer to time with children, but I don’t have children. Not yet. My special moments today revolve around naps and poor food choices.
I won’t be able to do this forever. At some point wife and children will become part of the deal and I won’t be able to just take amazing naps whenever I want. You know, babies crawling around with forks and stuff is something that needs to be monitored.
Oh, and you know the second best part of being me? The first, of course, is the amazing naps whenever I want. The second best part is that even as I’ve only been up thirty minutes and wrote this post, I’m lying in bed ready to pass out as soon as I hit publish. Going to be awesome. Goodnight.
