“I’m home!” He hung his coat on the hook by the door, dropped his bag at the base of the stairs, to be taken up later, and tromped on into the house. “Anyone here? I said I’m home - ooh!” Immediately his eyes landed upon the sturdy cardboard tube propped up at an angle in the corner of the kitchen. Quickly, he strolled over, plucking a bright green Post-it from the side of the tube:
Dad, this came for you earlier before I left for college. Another one?!
Love Kate :-D Laying the Post-it aside, he tore at the tape covering the top of the tube and began to yank out the bubble wrap packing from inside, tossing it onto the floor like a child and lifting the new rod from its tube just as his wife walked through the door.
“What, another one?!” she echoed their daughter’s words, the mock-shocked look on her face soon replaced by a large smile as she kissed him on the cheek.
“What do you mean ‘another one?’ I don’t
