Homecoming

So, Hubby finally made it home after this last little trip.  He must have called me six or seven times today to explain to me just how "excited" he is to be coming home tonight.  I didn't really think much about it as I went about my day.

Wouldn't ya know it, as soon as I bend over to take the chicken out of the oven, boom, the door opens and there he is.  As those who follow me know, he was all about me taking out the chicken.  Anyway, I have gathered so many eggs from my small little flock, that I decided to make deviled eggs.  I rarely make them because it's a pain.  Besides, I live in a house full of males and I really don't want to fuel the gas fires.  However, today, I deviled some eggs. Hubby was thrilled, because it is a rarity and he does enjoy them so.  Then I proceeded to make this strawberry and whipped cream angel food concoction.  It was fabulous.  So, I hit the food trifecta apparently.  Who knew?

Once the kids were down for the night and things calmed down a bit, I had all but forgotten about his adorably annoying advances.  Then, as I put the last load of laundry into the dryer, there he was again.  It's like he has this twisted radar that just senses when I'm bent over at the waist with arms full of stuff.  Good thing it turns him on...I suppose.  As he tries his best to be flirty, I tell him to wait for me in the room.  I poured some wine, and as I step through the door I see it.  He had talked a good game all day, but still, there he was.  Hubby was asleep snoring the kind of rolling thunder, I think I'm an elephant kind of snore.

We are getting old, but that's okay.  I forgot how old I felt after drinking two glasses of wine.  He better not wake me up at 2 AM.  Well, we'll see.