Middle age is when you're sitting at home on a Saturday night and the telephone rings and you hope it isn't for you.
Saturday morning was come, and all the summer world was bright and fresh, and brimming with life.
Saturday mornings, I've learned, are a great opportunity for kids to sneak into your bed, fall back asleep, and kick you in the face.
I'm a Saturday nighter. I love going out and having people watching me, possibly admiring me.