The Prodigal Bear Returns

My hubby is my "bear"-- it's my cute little pet name for him. (One of them. I have others, but a girl's gotta have a few secrets.) He came in last night about 6, and like the good lil' June Cleaver I am, I had a pot roast w/potatoes & carrots and some yummy chocolate cake baked. Yes, really. Our friends A & N came by and shared the bounty of Cleaver-ness and presents were distributed. I got some good pirate booty. Arrrrrrrr. :)

I'm a little sleepy this morning because, since his internal clock is still set to Guam time a little bit, about 2 am we were all up. The cat, me, the babies (I'll assume), and my bear sat on the couch and had peppermint tea. The cat conked out at about 4:00 and we took the hint and tried to go back to sleep ourselves. I sure hope his schedule regularizes quickly.

If you were looking for any other kind of juicy details, you'll just have to imagine. Pot roast is as juicy as I get on blog. :)