My fans

It turns out that I have several fans. Hey, now stop that.  Be nice.  I can have fans if I want to without you people accusing me of being delusional.  Anyway, my first fan is home from a looooong trip.  You may have heard about it from Ava.  I am of the understanding that the lizard still lives even though Isabella thinks it has Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from Ava poking it with a stick three times a day to make sure it’s still alive.  Anyway, welcome home, brother!  Our Sister missed you – not as much as the dog, but still, quite a bit.