almost worth it

What's the best thing to come home to, after spending 2.5 hrs in the car (to drive 12 miles) with an increasingly full bladder and a foot firmly planted in your diaphragm, after learning that your dear husband is equally stuck in traffic despite lights and sirens and will probably be home very, very late, after realizing that though you're hungry it's suicide by heartburn to try to eat dinner this late?


Oh yes, my friends. Heading with it out to the front porch to watch the rain, keep my puppy company, and wait for my dear husband to come home. To hell with knitting and soakers, dirty dishes, laundry, and and all that responsible stuff. For tonight, anyway.

Thanks, Mom!