We've returned home! To fresh flowers and veal fricassée!
Jesus, it's good to be home. If it weren't for the fact I had to rush straight to work when we got back on Thursday morning, I could have downright got down and kissed made out with the floor of our apartment. That's how good it felt.
And to make matters even better, Johan's dad had stocked the fridge with fancy gourmet food. Like, the kind that comes in fancy glass jars and which you'd always be too stingy to splurge on yourself.