Eddie

It was a cold, wet, rainy day. I was cooking breakfast when I heard the door open. "Babe, I'm home! What's for breakfast, smells good?!" he asked. "You've been gone for six weeks and that's the first thing you say to me?!" I said, annoyed. "Well, I'm fine thank you for asking. I was just being held at a different location," he said, full of sarcasm. He probably meant jail or taken hostage. "Can I at least sit down? I even left my muddy ass boots by the door this time," he complained.