You know how the caveman pictures always show the beastly, smelly, hairy man dragging the mad woman behind him? The grunting man with the club and tendancy to drag his wife around? Jon is that man. He dragged us home without stopping - 22 hours straight.
"I want my dog. I want my fuzzies (cats). I want my own beeeddddddd!"
That was Jon.
We finally rolled in after traveling the country in one day, thank you very much, took a deep breath of our home and...gagged. Apparently our pets had found a room upstairs that they found suitable to punish us in. That was Jonah's room, covered in cat/dog pee and poop. Imagine coming home to that. It just doesn't for a happy entrance in the middle of the night.
But after all the drama of cleaning up poop, we found out that our fridge had fresh produce in it, our grass had been cut, and a good fairy (no offense if you're a male), left junk food in our fridge for us. I also heard from the neighbors that some guy has been seen sitting on our doorstep crying.
It is so, so, so good to be home...
2 comments:
It's good to have you HOOMMMEEE!Glad you made it safely! See you soon!
Finally! And now to confess. It was I who marked my territory in Jonah's room...I cannot allow mere animals to take the blame for my selfish acts.
I can't really explain why I did it. Something primal inside of me caused a beautiful yet grotesque form of digestive chaos to take place in your residence. For this, I am truly sorry.
Glad you're back though.
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