Saturday night.
So, yeah. It’s Saturday night.
And yeah, my friends may be out to fun dinners, or for yummy drinks,
and yeah, a certain freckle-nosed family member of mine may have started drinking vodka-on-the-rocks at five four three two today,
and yeah, I may have 4 dogs in my bed with me,
(oh, did I not mention that we are dogsitting for these two ragamuffins?

Well, I am.)
and yeah,
maybe I’m wearing my husband’s old, flannel PJs,
and yeah,
maybe I’m eating a handful of chocolate chips,
as we snuggle up to a bad movie and the sounds of puppies snoring,
but guess what?
I couldn’t ask for anything more.
I may not be the coolest kid on the block,
but what I am is content.
And content is the very, very, very thing I have always, always, always hoped to be.