Not to excessively revisit the theme of aggravating inner-contentment, but...

There is nothing quite so satisfying as lying ensconced on one's big puffy couch on a Friday night with the whole weekend ahead, a little iBook warming one's lap, a tummy full from dinner that was MADE FOR YOU by one incredible man, and the sweet knowledge that there is nothing, at all, that you need to do for the next two days.

Aaaaah.