Yesterday was one of those lazy days,

it being end of quarter where I work, we've been going at it full tilt since the first of the month and this weekend was the first that we didn't have to work. So Saturday, I just decided to veg for a while.

I got up about 6:30 a full hour after my usual time; drank some coffee and settled in on the computer to catch up with all I'd missed from the long hours. When the wife appeared nearly an hour later, I fixed us a nice mushroom and smoked oyster omelet.

After we ate, she took over the computer and I settled back into the recliner with my Nook. Somewhere around noon, I made mention of how she'd whiled away the morning between Facebook and play solitaire and dressed very casually for her. She came back with, "This from someone who's still in her... I mean, his nightgown. Now you've got me confused."

I've always thought I was as much she as he, I guess she's coming around to that way of thinking as well ;o)