Yes, from now onwards, Sunday's going to be my favourite day. I love how it usually starts off with mass with Sheriann and Cherlyn. And breakfast with the rest at R.K. where the Muslim lady would always ask us to "Faster eat, rushing right?" Because many many weeks ago, we told her to hurry serve us our pratas or we won't make it back in time for class. And she has never forgotten the 6 of us ever since. Rushing up the hill to make it back by 11 so we wouldn't have to stack chairs after lesson end, and listening to our catechist talk for an hour or so before getting separated into our classes. Taking the bus down to Dessert Bowl/Macs/Nex after class, and going home to find the entire family still sleeping, and having an hour or two to myself. Getting ready for Taekwondo class, and then deciding not to go if C doesn't go. And using the time to blog about how my Sunday went, when nobody actually cares. HAHAHA.

Same thing happens, EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK.
But for some reason, I like it. A lot.