Coming Home

With my wife and kids out of town for the week(they have headed to the Oregon coast with my Step Mom, where it's 35 degrees cooler than here), there isn't always the same eagerness to get home after a day of work on my part.  What's the use in hurrying home when no one is excited to see you?

Oh...that's right....if I don't come home, who will fill the bowls? 

At least someone is happy to see me...