It's Saturday night and I have been invited to a great party.  I would like to go to the party and visit with long time friends, but for some reason I feel compelled to stay home tonight.  Why is it that Saturdays seem like the designated night to go out?  I feel like if I stay in, the night will be just as fun as going out and maybe even therapeutic.

 

I am flipping through the channels, but I think I've already seen about every movie that is on HBO and Cinemax.  I go to the basic channels and Finding Nemo is on ;-)  I've never seen the movie, but heard that it is really super cute. Sweeeet.  I decide to stay in and watch Finding Nemo...lame for a Saturday night, eh?

 

Anyways, I just climbed into bed with a glass of wine and my two little dogs (actually I have three this weekend because I am dog-sitting for a friend).  Life is good and I don't feel like I am missing a thing by not attending the party.  My bed is soft, warm and comfortable, the wine is delicious, I'm surrounded by love from my dogs, and I am cracking up at an animated Disney movie on a Saturday night. Who knew?

 

I hope you have a good night and sweet dreams,

 

Brigette

XOXO