one of the things i like best about the weekend is having the time to enjoy a leisurely breakfast and a cup (or two!) of milky french press coffee. i am not a morning person, and during the week it's always a rush to get out the door. even if my weekend mornings sometimes technically don't begin until early afternoon, i always make the most of my weekend breakfast ritual.
it may not be croissants, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and café crème in the jardin des tuileries, but it makes me happy nonetheless.