Welcome Home, Michael

I'm so happy for Michael when he has a fun fishing week with the guys (usually once a year). He rarely does anything for himself. I'm usually talking him into pampering himself. He works very hard and is a very good dad (which takes even more work), so he needs time to unwind and get away from it all.

When we had our dog, Lancer, he would run away every once in a while. We would let him out to go to the bathroom and instead of coming back inside when we called him, he would look at us and decide playing in the woods would be more fun. Yeah. Infuriating. Anyway, when we would find him, or when he would come home, he was always wet and dirty and stinky and out of breath and 'smiling'. While he was gone he had the time of his life!

Michael came home Saturday afternoon and kind of reminded me of Lancer running away. He came back sunburned/tanned, covered in a full beard, and wrinkled clothes. I know he had fun because of how disheveled he was when he came home. :-)