There’s no place like home.
There was an apple on the mantle. Smoochy had checked LG’s homework and declared it correct. It wasn’t. The kitchen was spotless – they ate out every night. Someone’s hair was sticking up all over her head because, as someone else said, “those damned rubber bands kept popping and I couldn’t figure it out.” Three new toys were purchased. Ice cream was consumed. And I’m pretty sure a Spongebob marathon took place.
All I could do was shake my head, smile and tell my beloveds how much I love and missed them. It’s great to be home.