Homefront: Life Goes On and The Dog Sleeps On Your Pillow Now

There's been a lot to catch up on.
And I'm not just talking about what went on over there. After all, that's been the topic of most of our emails for the past few months.
No, what I'm talking about is what went on here when The Hubs came home. He marveled at how well protected I kept news from him.

As in:
"The IRS decided to audit our records after we closed the practice. They've dinged me for more money, which I don't think is right."

"The bank called in a business loan seven months after we closed the practice. They wanted the full amount, but then offered some terms --equivalent to a car payment. I negotiated it down, but it's a lot more than what we were paying."

"I was spaced out after dropping you off for deployment. When I came home, I crashed the car. It was minor and it still runs."

"Aunt June passed away."
"I bought a new car because the one I crashed has 175k miles. I'm saving it for just around town. The new one is for trips."
"Daughter fried the microwave. Then, the stove and fridge died. Those are new too."
"The house looks different because I've painted three of the rooms."
"We have a dog walker now."
"Daughter now wears skinny jeans. Son's hair is so long, he looks like a Navajo."
"The dog sleeps with his head on your pillow. I'm sorry."

Undoubtably, he's walked into a weird zone. But life goes on. Boy, does life ever just zing by.