I worked a half day today in order to make up for some lost time earlier in the week due to my trip to San Diego (which I still have to tell you about!). When I got home, I had a late lunch with Mr. TBS, and we were overcome with the giggles watching the cats try to open "presents" (treats in wrapping paper), compliments of that crafty husband of mine.
Being just days away from Christmas, I needed to wrap some gifts, so I headed up to the guest room where YouTube and Hulu accompanied me for awhile.
I heard a pop. And then another pop. I muted my laptop and tilted my head to the side (because we all know that a perked ear and eyes fixed on the floor improve hearing). The pop then sounded like a click. The sound seemed distant, like it wasn't actually in the room, so I opened the closet door, but all we have are some boxes with books in there. And then something caught my eye through the window.
My husband, who had just finished working out, was throwing sticks at the window. He couldn't see me through the sun's glare on the glass, so he kept throwing sticks. I grinned ear-to-ear. It was the cutest thing on the planet.
It's the little things in life. :)