And how convenient that he’s also my husband, because otherwise I’d have some ’splaining to do! I picked him up at the airport around noon (after I rocked babies at Mothers of Preschoolers for a couple of hours–nothing like a monthly fix to keep silly urges away). We grabbed some lunch and came on home. He stayed inside for three minutes and 46 seconds before he was out firing up the lawn tractor to mow the meadow formerly known as “the lawn.”
BD’s due home any minute, so I’d best go hide the Easter stuff I picked up today. She’s already plenty suspicious about the Easter Bunny.
