Today instead of coming home to an apartment that had nothing but a cat and cat feces in it, I came home to my amazing wife and kids. Cat was happily camped on the couch next to my wife. No feces to be found anywhere other than the litter-box.
The apartment was filled with the scent of meat cooking...prior to going to work, I had sacrificed sleep to get a roast started in the crock-pot. The were hugs and kisses from the family, and purrs from Cat...
This is a homecoming a guy could get used to.
:)
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