This is what Sundays are for

The book is named after the song so yes, sort of.

get up holding my head.. drink loads of water.. have breakfast.. and start climbing the nearest mountain for fresh air.

To have time to watch the Australia Open and root for your favorite player.

To do anything else but babysit two young brats!

LV, interact with them. They're just little people. Go out for a walk in the beautiful sunshine. Go on an expotition to the North Pole. Get some fresh air inside them. It'll make all three of you less cranky.

To take it easy.

Still recovering from Friday night's debauchery... either I'm getting old or downing shot after shot of tequila isn't the best idea. Maybe a combination of the two.

Was my last weekend in Newcastle though so I feel justified. The fun continues tonight...

Writing up the recipes of whatever you have invented in the last three months.
EDIT: While sitting outside in the garden sipping Weißbier.

Lying in bed and watching a nice dvd with a hot or cold chocolate! or driking beer outside when the weather is nice.

To walk in the forest and do some self-reflection.

Sundays like this one are for staying in your pajamas, curling up in a chair by an open window watching the rain with a cozy quilt and a good book. Ahhh. This is the life.

For cleaning the litter boxes, mopping the floor around them and watching the three-legged cat bound into the tiled hallway to get away from the rain, slip and topple over. I need every laugh I can get.

For kicking back to watch on TV Federer get his arse kicked by Nadal in the French Open.

Fell asleep this afternoon and managed to wake myself up with my snoring. Might decide to get up out of bed now...

To pretend you don't really have anything important that you have to do.