The Prison of His Days

The Paternal Unit is back from Pittsburgh, where he was competing in the North American (Fencing) Cup.

He brought bling. Shiny, pretty gold bling.

As it turns out, he won the Vets' Epée. Really, really well. He now has a mittful of national points, and his A. It is very, very shiny.

For his birthday (omg my father is going to be fifty in under a month, I feel so old) we are all chipping in for real international-standard equipment. Because now we know he'll need it.

I am so very proud of my Daddy. *hugs*

(In a semi-relevant note, this experience has given me material for HikaGo fanfic. Really nice wins make people happy and energetic, yes they do.)