Saturday is without a doubt my favorite day of the week. My typical work week is chock full of action. Work, gym, entertaining my cat, cleaning my house, etc.

Saturday is for waking up late, eating a big breakfast and laying around. Maybe I'll watch some Netflix, maybe that new Blu-Ray. I may nap or read a book. I can literally do whatever I please. And that's such an awesome feeling.

But, me being me, I decided to hardcore mop and disinfect my floors, vacuum the bedrooms and get that good old fashioned spring cleaning out of the way.

Which wound up being ironic because, when I awoke, a soft dusting of snow was already falling. And an hour later when I ventured out to get a new mop bucket, I was surrounded by soft, gentle flurries that whirled around me as I walked to my car.

And despite the fact that I was inadequately dressed and rather chilly, I had an ear to ear grin on my face.

I love snow. For more reasons than I'll elaborate here. Being from the southern coast means snow is like a Yeti - seen every now and then and questionable at best. It's more like tiny hail. But here in middle Tennessee, it's fluffy, soft, actual snow. And it's the best thing about living in this area.

So, needless to say, this Saturday is even more awesome. And yes, I did make sure to stand in the parking lot while the snow fell and put my hands up into the air and spin around. And I'm sure I looked crazy, I feel certain of that but I have no shame.

Saturdaze are for, I think, being a kid. And in this hectic, stressful adult world, sometimes we just need to be a kid and play in the snow.