I’m back in Washington. I returned home on Tuesday to a very bushy man-beard in the place where my husband’s face used to be. I managed to excavate a kiss and an explanation that he intends to let it grow, along with his hair until the baby is born. Apparently, he feels this will instill a sense of barbarism in the boy. As his mother, I only hope he isn’t too frightened by the wild thing that calls him son.
Honestly, I don’t mind that he’s doing this, and I only like to tease him a little. He married me for this very reason. But he is starting to look a bit like fourth ZZ Top member.
Once home, Ms. Bobby McGee commenced squealing and howling like she believed I would never return. She does this every time I leave. She’s a good dog. Over the past 12 year, I’ve always returned to Ms. McGee but without fail she always makes me feel her extra love when I return from any separation.
The cat on the other hand acted like she could care less. Though I think she is very grateful that she can romp and roam during the day again. She shows her love by sitting just out of reach so I have to lean over and pet her behind her ears. She’s a good cat.
I’m happy to be home. Texas was lovely but nothing compares to waking up in the softest, sweetest place—the place where your heart lives—even when it’s nestled in a cushy tangle of hair and fur.
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Love it! I’ve seen Bobbie McGee in action and she certainly does let you know how she feels when she hasn’t seen you in a while.