George is here sitting in "his" Lazy Boy. I just heard him chuckling loudly at something on the TV. I thought they saved the funny stuff for prime time? George has a taste for very terrible television. He is sipping on an ice cold Milwaukee's Best Ice beer and enjoying himself.
"I'm gonna let you drink inside," I told him sternly an hour ago with a worried look on my face. "You just can't tempt me, though, man. I can't stand it. Any beer left in the fridge will drive me batty. All alcohol is to leave with you when you head home."
"I'm cool, man," he replied happily with a Cheshire grin.
"Welcome home old friend," I thought as I escaped to my computer room to write about this excitedly. It is good to settle back into our old routines. I get so, so lonesome for company. Now, let me go crack open an ice cold beer! JUST KIDDING! Now, I am going to go decorate my Christmas tree while George does his thing.