from where i sit

From where I sit, the sun is setting over the row of trees in front of me.

My front porch rocking chair is positioned in just the right way, so I can feel the breeze, see my flowers and watch some cute kids playing with sidewalk chalk down the street.

There's a sleeping puppy by my side, his most favorite place in the whole wide world to be. He's a protector, that one.

My husband should be home any minute now, in his dress blues, looking all handsome and charming. I love dress blue Fridays. They make me feel all flustered and stuff.

Someone is grilling out, I can smell it.

And someone else has baked a cake and opened their windows for all of the neighborhood to smell.

My house is clean, and I didn't do it. That one-time house cleaning turned into an every-other-week house cleaning. And I'm so not ashamed of that.

My stomach just growled and it's date night, which means I don't have to cook dinner.

I accidentally napped for two hours today. That was awesome.

The boy just pulled up. He has his shades on and his I'm-too-sexy-for-my-hat-Officer-and-a-Gentleman cover.

I told you. I love Fridays.