sleeping bag

i just got back from putting on a week long conference with work... and was exhausted. hours of work, hours of driving, and worn out and tired, i called jason when we were halfway "up the mountain" and again when i was 5 minutes from home. sooo excited to see my hubby! so ready to get a big hug. i missed him! ...i get dropped off at the house. both our cars are in the parking lot (sure did miss the blue goose!), the lights are off down stairs, the door is locked and dead bolted... i have two HUGE arm loads of luggage and conference materials, and of course, after any ridiculously long road trip, had to pee... i knock on the door, i ring the doorbell, and with the wind of boone being my only greeting, i have to dig through my bags to find my week-long buried house keys, help myself in, with two different arm loads... haul my crap inside, calling for jason, stumbling up the stairs, finding the culprit in bed, fully dressed, boots on, and inside his sleeping bag... what a bum! what a way to welcome home the newly wed love of your life! :-)