I have a mountain of laundry on my family room floor and there is an empty pizza box on my kitchen counter.
My hobbling hubby must be home.
On entirely separate note: Do you think coconut is bad for cats? Because my daughter's numbskull tabby is wolfing down the bag of tropical trail mix on the table.
Oh, and my bifurcated uvula was especially happy today. I bought it a milkshake on the way home from work.