He's home. He's home. Sanity is somewhat restored. (really, how can I be sane again. Lets be honest.) G$ greeted dad with a beer. A Shiner so he would remember what being Texan means. Then he helped him in with his bags.
Things are good. And someone made me dinner tonight. Yesssssssssssssss.
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Yay, for Dada being home and an even bigger YAY for not having to cook dinner!
It's almost like I'm a kept woman. I mean, like if you couldn't see the rest of my house.
Cheers to a happy and healthy homecoming! :)
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