Late everynight

I was going to title the post "honey, I'm late", but then I realized the panic that would ensue in my heads of my beloved, friends and parents. Relax. This post has nothing to do with babies. However, it does have to do with the awesomeness that was arriving home late yesterday to see Ken cooking dinner. Porkchops, homemade garlic mashed potatoes and a small salad (with a balsamic vinaigrette he made himself). Yum. I was impressed. I think I'm going to be late everynight.