All good things must come to an end I suppose. I picked Tom and The Children up from the airport this evening. Actually I did miss them a ton. And The Children look massive. I think they both grew while I wasn’t looking. I hate it when they do that.
But, no more vacation for me. No more dancing boys. No more marathon baseball sessions in front of the HDTV, no more three-martini breakfasts. Poor pitiful me. (I’m kidding about the martinis by the way. And the dancing boys)
Now it’s time to get back in the groove. Next week we must buy school supplies. I love buying school supplies. It’s almost as good as Christmas.