My Saturdays usually begin at noon. I use the weekend to indulge in sleeping and showering, I make myself a big breakfast and then shower. Then my leisurely day can commence. This afternoon, I made myself French toast, strawberry salad, and orange juice. I ate while reading the news online.
Alone, fed, and informed is how I've spent my Saturdays for the last two years. I'm making peace.
Another ritual is my shower. I spend at least 45 minutes showering like a sud-obsessed maniac. I swear, I finished off a whole bottle of apple winter candy body wash last weekend. And last night, after work, I stopped by my temple -- Bath and Body Works -- to stock up again. As I was browsing the wondrous collection of washes, lotions, potions, and fragrances, I knew being a woman is truly a blessing. I get to smell fabulous, have long hair, wear eyeliner, and pretty bra and underwear sets. Plus, I get multiple orgasms with the right partner.
I just got back from the grocery store; another weekend ritual. $136 later, and I will not starve this week. Which is what I've been doing, because I'm now wearing clothes from the size 12 side of my closet. My curves have straightened out a bit, but they should round back after Jan and I hit Chinatown tonight.
Eating dinner with Jan is another weekend ritual. And you all know about the grooming ritual taking place tomorrow.
So those are my weekend rituals. Perhaps, they will include two soon.
Until then, it's me and my shower.