last night, right before i laid my head down to sleep, bentley & i had a sweet discussion.

it was quite simple, really.

i requested to sleep in, for the first time since Christmas, & if she wouldn’t mind obliging, that would be fantastic.

she turned on her side for a belly rub & that was the end of that.

at 9:43 this morning, i realized, again, just why she is the bomb dig.

i stretched underneath the covers & then it hit me, i still had time to make it to chickfila in time for minis!!!

i sprung outta bed, threw on my ira glasses, sprinted groggily walked down the stairs, started a pot of coffee, fed doggie, took doggie out, & then grabbed a cuppa joe to go as i headed out the door in my red polka dot pants & under armor sweatshirt.

as i headed down the road, i realized my waterproof eye-liner was still partially lining my left eye, my pajama pants might be a little too loud for the man at the drive-thru window, my hair was resembling more bird’s nest-less perfected coif & my coffee was a tad too strong, seeing as i did take the strongest few ounces of the batch.

but, it was all worth it.

this morning,

the sleeping in without the alarm buzzing in the distance

the opportunity to enjoy a pot of coffee at my own discretion

the devouring of chicken minis (four of ‘em to be exact)

the catching up on local & national news

the sitting in the kitchen, at the raised granite island, while hoda & kathie lee demolish mid-morning news…

today, this is what days off work are made for…

& i’m taking it all in.

thank you, bentley. you’re such a good girl.