So I thought I'd do a cute little post about how Mr. Muscato is, at last, heading back this evening from Egypt. Two weeks is the longest we've been apart in a couple of years, and it's been...odd.
I think Koko and I are ready for some company, if nothing else.
So I wanted to find some cunning image that illustrated the moment - I was thinking maybe a vintage airport postcard with fifties Mom meeting businessman Dad, or maybe a heartugging WWII image of one of Our Boys back from Over There.
But this is what I googled. It was so awful I knew I had to share it with you. Forgive me.
If I wake up after I die and the architecture is all Greek revival, I suppose I won't be all that surprised (although, myself, I would have gone with white-and-silver Cedric Gibbons Moderne).
If I'm being hugged by Hunky Jesus (look at those hands!), so much the better.
But if whatever the afterlife is includes Vast Marauding Phantom Pigeons, I'm outta there.
Anyway, off to the airport...