Bless me, Mama C, for I have strayed. It's been nearly fourteen days since I last packed the Pink Duffle of Squee with the Petticoat of Awesome and the Tarot Deck of Win and I miss baby snuggles and Coyote hugs and rice with sugar and peanut butter. Heck, I even miss being awoken by a dog crawling all over me and sticking dewclaws in sensitive places and Brother Emo's profane ranting at the XBOX.
If I say some rosaries, can I come other-home?
Titi Bug, the Uncle-Cat-Herder