Lata, dude.

The first week Apu was home was a blur thanks to Pompom's cancer diagnosis and subsequent remission (hummmm...is there some wood to knock on around here)? Anywho, our two weeks (well, really 17.5 days to be exact), has quickly come to a screeching hault. We dropped him off at the airport and now mom needs to calm down because she's really sad. But it's ok, I have given her extra hugs and Pompom licked an ice cream and made her laugh. As seen here.

But he had to rub it in that he had Phil's BBQ without us. Not cool, Apu.