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.