some sundays

some sundays, you sleep in.

some sundays, you watch a few episodes of "sex and the city" that you just remembered your husband got for you a few months back after you wake up.

some sundays, your face melts into puddles as you do a couple buckets of laundry.

some sundays, you go for a quick run and realize you're going to be a bit late for dinner with your khmer tutor.

some sundays, at said dinner with your khmer tutor, you are surprisingly serenaded by a random kid who tells you he is going to audition for cambodia's version of "american idol" and wants your feedback before he does so.

some sundays, your family brings you home bread from phnom penh (it's the best!) and your husband toasts a piece, which you smother in delicious butter from new zealand and honey from america and then eat so fast that you don't even get to take a picture for the random sunday blog post idea that pops into your mind when you realize that yes, in fact, you were serenaded at dinner tonight in cambodia.

some sundays are totally awesome.