You know what I don't understand about going home?
I have slept in that bed many times. Over many years. I lived there for darned near 30 years. I have my own toothbrush and stick of deodorant there.
But somehow, I still get up and spend the day at work thinking, "I can't wait to get home tonight" like I've been somewhere on an overnight trip.
Makes no sense.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment