There is something about perfect Sundays.

The ones you start by waking up blissfully, showering on your pace and getting all pretty without rushing. Reminds me somewhat of times of old, when I could spend hours just slowly getting ready. Back when I was 17.

We met a friend at Jones, one of Starr's restaurants in Philly down-town. Tasty food, well done egg biscuit sandwich for me, and more yummy treats for my friends. I got a fruit plate as a side and had it after. Just barely 1 pm and us three, had already pallate for fancy morning drinks. Brunch requires it afterall.

Then we walked 11 streets west and one north and strolled into Naked coffee for latte, espresso and cappuccino respectively. I had such laughs, jokes flied left and right. Not the ones you read, the ones you make up as you go.

Highlight of the day, my husband taking pics of the waiter me and my other friend likes. He has to send me that pic!

Coming back to base, I watched "The Condemned" Tivo'd. That wrestler's neck...sigh! I like big men, what can I do? Can't change now!