Tigh Sigh

I miss Tigh. I'm pretty sure he misses my big comfy chair, which I allowed him to sit in for a few hours just before he left for Oz. Sigh. My boys have scattered so far away from me. Actually, I think he misses me just a little, too. He's having an adventure, as young men should. He'll be back in August for his brother's wedding. If he's really nice to me, I might let him sit in my big comfy chair again. Maybe let him wear the tiara this time.