Well, I am home from mid-south trip through Memphis to Mississippi. It was a good time - the new registers at the store will be cool. Now, I have to train everyone else. By the way, did you know Arkansas has rice patties? Weird.
So I get home to a house that is clear of boxes. Things are put away. There is a menu on the chalkboard. There are pictures on the walls. It looks like everything is where it goes.
And it is so nice. It feels like we are the road to being a family again.
And my sweet wife gets about 99.9% of the credit. She has lugged boxes, painted walls, arraigned furniture, and made this house into a home. Thanks, baby. Once again, you prove that you are the best.
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