Happy to have mom home

Aaaah. Mom is home. There is some magical transformation that occurs in mom whenever she goes away from home and is away from me for even one night.... upon her return, she turns to complete mush. In addition to she and I spending a couple of hours lying like useless lumps in bed and snuggling, the house becomes filled with irresistable aromas from the kitchen.... you see, she walks thru the door upon her arrival, throws her bag on the floor (which she'll leave there unpacked for days which drives dad nuts - it's kind of funny, actually... she and I laugh about it behind his back) she greets me with hugs and kisses, and promises me our alone time will come soon.... and then she announces to the house that she is so happy to be home and she reuses to leave for the rest of the day. And then she turns into Martha Stewart on ecstacy. She sends dad out to do the grocery shopping while she starts 3 different mouth-watering delectable things a brewing in the kitchen. Our time together usually occurs in between baking or simmering times and lulls between dinner prep and actual dinner. I had to laugh... dad came home from the store, and mom starts prepping dinner and says "Punky (that's my dad) you're gonna love this... I need you to go to the store... I forgot to put mozzarella on the list". So I'm in my room chuckling quietly to myself, thinking how great that mom of mine is. She's sending him back to the store.... precious. So she's got the eggplant going in the oven, soup has simmered and is cooling on the stovetop before it gets pureed.... she's chopping garlic, snipping fresh herbs, cleaning up as she goes along. Dad comes back with the cheese and a gift for mom... a mini pumpkin with a face painted on it. Aw, how cute. She kisses him and thanks him. So sweet. And I'm thinking, "where is my barfbag?" I know dad's working on getting some tonight. Anyway, mom is clinking and clanking away, and more wonderful smells are wafting through the house... and dad is eating taco flavored Doritos on the couch and watching buttball. Not exactly setting the mood if he really wants to get anywhere with mom tonight. Anyway, mom finally goes on break from the kitchen and we now have our time... just the two of us napping and watching whatever we want to watch on TV from he warmth and comfort of bed. Eventually, mom has to return to the kitchen to finish her magic. Next thing I hear is "Babe, (that's my dad) you're not going to believe this. How is it possible that we don't have single box of pasta in the house? There's no pasta." I can't SEE dad, but I imagine his head is ready to explode and I'm sitting there with my paws over my mouth trying not to let him hear me laugh and I'm thankful my litterbox is close by because I'm about to pee myself. She's sending him BACK to the store, AGAIN... priceless! Oh mom.... gotta love her. What a cool chick.