"Hey, pumpkin," Homer smiled as he walked in the door, covered head to toe in coal dust. He pulled his overalls, boots and helmet off and sat them down by the door. "How was your day, sweetheart?" he walked over and placed a soft kiss on top of his wife's head. He pat her back twice before walking over to the sink to rinse his hands off. It was around 9:00 pm, he was exhausted and desperately needed a shower. Even if he had a bad day, he had no need to project it onto his love.