Where is the CHOAD?

Right at home, where she belongs.
Ahhh...just stepped off the ghetto bus of the air, the overcrowded overnoisy southwest air loneliness of the long distance flight. Feelin' less than fresh, about as sexy as figure (a) to the left. Have about an hour + 1/2 down time till must turn right around and run out to attend to the needs of needy little taker-clients. Like I care about their problems. All I want to do is lay on the couch w/head in Mrs.' lap & kitty on my chest.