Summer Vacation – Caution, slippery when wet! – Day 51

Welcome back – Vinnie Barbarino, Horshack, Juan Epstein, the rest of the Sweathogs and Mr. Kotter would perhaps agree – are perhaps the two most universally appreciated words in the English language.  Especially when used in a form of a warm greeting, which would lead one to believe that someone (or something) was lacking in their absence.

Add the words, “I missed you,” and…well…perhaps you’d be hard-pressed to ignore the feeling…you know…like, something warm and fuzzy happening inside your head and a slight tingle around your mid-section.  Pretty much like the effects of being greeted by a giant patches of black-eyed-susans, both at the front and back doors of the house.

But, come home very, very late at night – driving about a bazillion miles of traffic (stupid Connecticut) after spending perhaps the best four days of your life (and discovering a taste for watermelon-apple-tinis) with someone you’ve fallen in love with, all over again – to a quiet house.

Surrounded by silence…peace…serenity…and perhaps an all too sudden reminder of what you’ve left behind.

Hell yes…I woke the kids…wouldn’t you!?!

[whispering]

“Hey, sweetie…shhh…it’s okay…it’s only me…Mommy’s home!”

[BARK-BARK-and much more-BARKING]

Did I ever mention to you…just how excited…or insanely jealous…our dog can get!?!

Mini-me’s legs were wrapped around Thing Two…so, when Thing Two woke up a bit startled…she dumped Mini-me onto the floor…and scared Little Man…who was sleeping in a sleeping bag…and couldn’t get up right away…but, wiggled and writhed…like the final death throws of a slug drowning in a bowl full of beer…screaming…I would imagine…although I couldn’t hear it…above my own screaming…as Thing One reached for the baseball bat strategically placed just underneath the pretty white ruffles of her bed.

“HOLY SHIT!”

[eyes go wide]

“Ohhh…my…Gawd…I mean…it’s MOMMY!…you’re finally home…I…can’t…believe…I…missed…you…so….much!?!?!?”

Let’s just say, caution IS the better part of valor…and sleeping bags CAN become very slippery…when wet…STUPID dog!

In fact, we’ve been spending…

 

…the last two days…

…un-missing each other…

…and getting very wet!

I’m back…I missed you…and I’m much better, now…what, can’t you tell?…STUPID hair!