he wants to know if they will ever stop talking
August 18, 2006
Rob is home from his lengthy vacation of fishing, camping, and sleeping in disgusting negative star motels in the wilds of Wyoming and Montana. A vacation which sounds like a trip to Hell to me. Seriously.
He arrived home last night at about midnight. Shortly afterward we got into bed. And not too long after that (but long enough if you get my my drift ::wink wink::) we were joined by our 3 and 1 yr olds. As we lay together in the bed, trying to get comfortable with toddler arms across our faces, protecting our soft mid-sections from their spastic legs, I thought it is good to have him home.
At 8:45 this morning he was mopping the kitchen floor. And what did I do while he was mopping? I worked on my laptop, shushed him and pointed to my empty coffee cup, which he promptly filled for me.
Yes, it’s good to have him home.
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