Is when you roll over in bed and mumble sleepily, “I want a bagel.”  And then your partner gets up and dressed and walks to the bagel shop (bagelry?  bagelhaus?), leaving you to continue slumbering peacefully all tangled up in the blankets, and returns with your favorite bagel and cream cheese (everything with scallion, if you’re wondering).

And then you win the lottery and the lord smites all your enemies.

But mostly the bagel thing.  What’s your best Sunday morning?