No tricks. Daylight savings was a treat.

Isn't it wonderful on a Sunday morning to sleep till 11, only to realize that it's really just 10? I have a motion that our country instate a daylight-savings-esque law by which we roll our clocks back one hour on the last day of each month. Then, to "make up for lost time," we add an extra day to February every two years instead of every four years. Because that extra hour is just too good to be true.

Kristin and I definitely slept in, then made pancakes, hash browns, and scrambled eggs for breakfast. We proceeded to work most of the day with her "Classic Rockin' Road Songs" CDs playing in the background. The evening's highlights included a trip to the newly-opened Trader Joe's store--my poor mom will have no reason to send "care packages" anymore--and a dinner of homemade tacos--finally someone came out with "stand-up" hard taco shells. Nice ending to a great, chill weekend.