coming home

So I'm home. Well, visiting my parents.

I found myself telling my oldest son this: Do NOT touch your Papa's vehicle. Whatever you do, don't touch his car. Why? You will never be filthier. Your Papa believes in using the dirt for a protective coating for his car. Think a vehicular Pig Pen.

I met my match. Well, two of them. If I'm not careful, I might lose my Blink Champion Title.

I left my husband at home. I'm not sure he *actually* misses me. He claims to, but I'm thinking he's just saying that right now. The house is peaceful.