Counting Blessings

Quiet day around Poverty Flats here. The kids left yesterday, although the boys did treat me to a four hour session at Hooters between airport buses. Today was spent taking down the Christmas decorations and our big New Years Eve was a steak dinner at the VFW and home by seven o'clock. We're just not party animals. So we were planted in our respective spots in the living room, Old Sarge in his recliner watching TV and me on the couch with my nose in another Harry Potter book, when we both heard a noise outside. I figured it must be at the neighbors, but then there was a soft tap at the front door and it opened. Very strange, any of our family or friends stopping by at this time of night.

Unless of course...



You just got back from Iraq less than 48 hours ago and wanted to surprise your parents!!!!