Still Here

So this past Friday I had a very very crappy day at work, and like any other wife I informed my husband of this.  Apparently on his way back home he stopped by the local comic shop, like he always does on Fridays, and bought an extra item with his comics.  I came home to find this little guy sitting on top of our wampa throw rug.  In my hazy dull after work mind I said, "Aw, how cute.  We had to adopt the baby because we killed its mommy."  My husband couldn't stop laughing at my wicked sense of humor.