Why does she always say Wait until your father gets home. She could yell at me just as easily.

Why does she always say Wait until your father gets home. She could yell at me just as easily.
I’m home, darling, so what’s for dinner and please don’t say snails again.
Ah, my sweet, Boris and Natasha were so right about this neighborhood it makes me want to sing . . .
I can’t wait to meet the new neighbors.
THIS WEEK FROM PALM BEACH GARDENS, FLORIDA
Time to fly on home to Port Saint Lucie. Maybe I’ll catch you again sometime.
So you say you take yoga. Anyone can do a tree pose on the floor. Try it on the rim of a gutter.
The grandcolts would love the pool, but the maintenance would be a pain. They can use the community pool if the ever visit.
ANOTHER HAWK WEEK
I know, I know, what was I thinking. I should have brought the pickup to get this home.
The simple beauty of evening even renders poets silent.
When you say you’ll be home by 5, I expect you home by 5. And did you get the milk and eggs?
Rumi said there are a thousand ways to go home again. I prefer flying, it’s much faster.