Coming Home

In yesterday's post, I described a little bit about what a day is like in this house when we are trying to get ourselves up to the football game, including a little insight into the anxiety of Big Black Cat.

Today, I thought I'd tell you the story about what happens to suitcases and bags when we finally get back from going away.

This post seems better told in pictures than words.  I call them, "You Aren't Going Without Me Again If I Can Possibly Help It."