Oh yes yes yes, I'm back.
I return triumphant, covered head to toe in "World's Best Daughter" stickers. The only visible part of me is a few stray locks of my gray curly hair. They glow in the dark. I mean the stickers glow, not the stray locks of my gray curly hair. I feel incredibly special and, more importantly, my mom does too.
Oh the tales I will tell. Tales not only of bonding with my maternal unit, but also tales of odd itchy rashes, a Memorial Day barbeque, 900 pounds of demolished porch detritus, good books, interesting people and coming home to my girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.
But I won't be telling tales tonight because I'm busy pushing paper catching up with work I should have done last week but instead will do this week.
For tales you'll have to wait, 'enry 'iggins, just you wait.