He’s good looking - though humble about it, like me - well-coordinated (he looks like a right-winger to me), and will surely be as tall as any in the ‘high Harrisons’ branch of the family tree. Maybe even taller.
And without a doubt, he’s picked up one of my many habits after a full year of staying at our house 3 - 4 days per week.
["I hope it's meatloaf": photo GAH]
When he arrives in the morning with his bag of toys (reminiscent of my briefcase) he stops just inside the front door and hollers the following to announce himself:
“Hello. I’m home. Is anybody here?”
Within a matter of weeks I’m sure he’ll add, “What’s for supper?”
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“I hope it’s meatloaf” is at least a year away.
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