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.