I woke up last Saturday to the gentle pitter-patter of rain falling outside my window. And I was glad that it was raining. When you were a kid, rainy Saturdays were terrible. All you had was two days of freedom each weekend, and being stuck inside was pure torture. It meant that you couldn’t run around and climb trees and play sports with the neighborhood kids. You had to stay inside and play crummy board games or do puzzles that were always missing a piece with your sister. But now you’re an adult and rainy Saturdays means catching up on Breaking Bad or having a marathon Netflix session. Rainy Saturdays are a perfectly valid excuse to procrastinate and avoid doing laundry, paying bills, or running errands. You’re supposed to be lazy on a rainy Saturday. It’s your God-given right. So take advantage of that and don’t do anything productive.
Critically Rated at 14/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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