The day Andy came home from Oregon was a happy day because I got see Andy, spend time with my cousins, and eat delicious food. The day started with me cleaning the house in preparation for Andy coming home and then I drove to the airport to pick him up. He looked paler, skinner (not sure what he ate while he was gone), and happy. We headed straight to my cousins house, visited for a little bit and then went out to dinner. We found ourselves at Texas Roadhouse. I think one word will suffice to describe our time at Texas Roadhouse, delicious.