Sunday, January 22, 2012

YAY, Dada's home (dada... not gizmo. Though he's home, too.)

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.

3 comments:

Kristi Thomsen said...

Yay, for Dada being home and an even bigger YAY for not having to cook dinner!

A.B. said...

It's almost like I'm a kept woman. I mean, like if you couldn't see the rest of my house.

CDS said...

Cheers to a happy and healthy homecoming! :)