Saturday. Saturday.

We take our Saturdays pretty seriously around Chez Ragged. You see, there are laws and amendments passing both the house and the senate about Saturday etiquette and we follow them with the utmost of care. Saturday mornings are for sleeping late. Saturday mornings are reserved for pajama-wearing, cinnnamon roll eating and general relaxing. Violation of said rules could result in the cold shoulder, exile from Chez Ragged or a general glare from the governing party.

So, I can say with certainty that today charges will be brought against me for such violations as planning an outing prior to 10 a.m., waking and exiting the bed before 7:30 a.m. and plans for a shower before the clock strikes 8.

Don't deem us lazy, it's all about taking full advantage of what a weekend is supposed to be all about: relaxing. We do deviate from Saturday ordinances from time to time, but these are in dire circumstances such as uncovering hardwood floors. However, a tribunal must review such requests and designate them worthy.

You see, I have been coerced into taking my mother shopping for an Easter dress. My mother, who certainly doesn't adhere to said Saturday law, is on a quest and has thrown all matter of order out of the window, forcing me to break the rules. I know that will not hold up in the court of Chez Ragged, but I did plead my case and I am certain that my sentence will be probated due to the fact that I have very few priors and it will award the the governing party a lot of time alone to contemplate my fate.

So, I am off to the shower, which is certain to awaken said party. I only hope the court will be gentle with me and not sentence me to bathtub cleaning, litter box exile or leaf raking. I fear, however, that I am defending myself and you know what they say about that: a fool for a client.