Ahhhh!

Who out there hasn’t toiled with the masses for hours on end, only to go home and lie back as close to horizontal as possible and still be able to face the T.V.? What greater feeling is there than knowing you’re obligation free for the next two hours? When you were growing up did you appreciate the value of two hours? At what point did doing nothing for two hours go from torture to heavenly bliss? Is that something else that changes with puberty? Does growing more body hair have anything to do with it, or is it just coincidence?