Home. Sweet, Sweet Home.

Ahhhh.  Night two in our my own bed.

I should be asleep, but no.  Wide awake.  Sooooo wide awake, I think I’m going to the gym in about 45 minutes.

With my husband.

This is a new trek for us, both of us going to the gym at the same time, utilizing the same trainer.  At this point in time, ThatManILove is more into it than me.  And he’s still dropping weight like crazy.  It’s awesome.

The Wonderdogs are home, and glad to be so.

Because of a committee meeting, I didn’t get home until 8 p.m. tonight, but ThatManILove said Zanna the Wonderdog was trash talking him, in his face, barking.  I imagine she was jumping his butt, telling him no way shoul she have to go to the kennel when we are out of town.

Zack just laid down in the living room and waited on us to come surround him with love and hugs. He’s so laid back Joe Cool.

It’s good to be home.