Why Sundays are almost never crappy.

I totally love Sundays. Aside from the fact that Sam and I get to spend the entire day together it’s also filled with wonderful, unforgettable experiences, such as: 1) I get to sleep until 10:30 if the phone doesn’t ring; 2) there’s a Cowboys game that starts at noon and I’m talented enough to watch TV and fold socks at the same time; and 3) we have a ton of leftovers from Pei Wei for lunch.

For the sports fans among you, the Dallas Cowboys whomped the Buffalo Bills today 44 to 7 and quarterback Tony Romo, pictured at right, was 13 for 13 in the first half with three touchdown passes. The ’Boys made the game look so easy I kept checking to see if the Bills forgot to show up. Regardless, everybody in the stands managed to stay awake while the Dallas Cowboys Pole Dancers — famous for their teeny uniforms and surgically-implanted hair extensions — attempted airborne splits as they dropped from a hovering helicopter over the stadium. (I might be kidding about the helicopter part.) Yee-ha, y’all.

Other Sunday activities included ripping open a bunch of FedEx deliveries that arrived yesterday and finishing a box of halva. Although I definitely love halva, the deliveries were awfully swell, too, and included a package of LED flameless votive candles, a rustic side table with a built-in magazine rack from Kirkland’s (see below), a new red chenille throw from Dillard’s and a bunch of pumpernickel bread machine mixes from the Prepared Pantry.

And now it’s time for dinner even though Sam insists he’s not hungry. Personally, I’m leaning towards a few mozzarella sticks because they’re fast as hell (eight minutes) and foolproof. Sam will probably continue grazing on cashews and dried apricots until his intenstines go kablooey. Thank you for reading this.