Ruined

Saturday night I got a text from Duane. This is odd because Duane doesn't have a text plan and it costs him to use it. It asked what shift I worked on Sunday. I answered him via text and asked why he wanted to know. I figured he was expecting a UPS package and was wondering if I'd be around. He didn't reply.

Sunday, on my way home from work, I get thinking "How wonderful it would be if my husband were home. I miss him and more than likely won't see him until Tuesday (sigh)".

When I got home, there was a puppy in the window...yeah Brandi! Wait, was that a shadow? Yea, right.

So now I'm shutting my door and walking to the house and a big, white SUV pulls in the driveway. Huh? Who's that? It took me a moment to let the visor she was wearing register in my head...so...I ran to the house.

"Honey, the Pizza Hut girl spoiled your surprise!!!!"

My baby is home! YEA!!!!!!

Pictures to come.