Hulking Kisses

Home. At Last.



I'm going to throw my suitcase as far as I can throw it. Then I'm going to sneak up on my wife and give her one of those World War II vintage kisses.



After that-Man time with the little guy. Trick-or-treating tonight. Incredible Hulk this year. The little guy, not me. I'm going as an unshaven, road weary sales guy with bad breath. After that it's dinner on the floor in front of the TV, some Wii, followed by dueling toothbrushes before bed.




I'm probably not the first person to think this, but coming home almost makes you you want to go back on the road just so you can come home again...