The Best Things About Going Home

Woo, if there's such a thing as a list writer, I'm in. In fact, I'm available for work right away. Maybe I lose all literary credit by writing this blog, but it's sure a lot easier to write in lists than it is in complete thoughts.

Since the wife and I are going to Paragould this weekend, here's a list of the best things about going home:

1) Family.
2) Free food.
3) Mom's free, home-cooked food.
4) Four solid hours of driving. Not.
5) Cable.
5a) NFL.
5b) College football.
5c) ESPN.
5d) Nancy Grace--wait, that's my Mom's list.
6) Cousins. Yeah, I know they are family, but they are more friends. That's supposed to be a compliment, but it doesn't seem that way when I read it. Oh well.
7) Sweets. Though Kasa did make some good no-bake, oatmeal cookies this week.
8) Mom-washed laundry. Heh.
9) Living out of a suitcase. Love it.
10) I don't have to worry about not having a job.

Peace. Enjoy your weekend if we don't meet here again.

Caption (I love having to write captions like this): This is what we'll miss out on in Arkadelphia. It's a shame, I tell you.

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