I'm gonna spend all your money (at the Gay Bar, Gay Bar, Gay Bar)! Hola, keeds. Yes, I�ve been AWOL again, albeit briefly, but last week was slightly tenuous. I had a dentist�s appointment, a doctor�s appointment, a nails appointment, the weekly knitting club, and I had to work all in one day. Dentists, like most everyone, make my insides go all squishy, and not in a good way. Of course, my teeth on my lower left decided to reciprocate by being all sore and sensitive to cold, which I naturally had to get more x-rays for � thanks heavens I no longer have girly bits to get all x-ray-ified since I�ve had like 100 xrays in the past 2 weeks � and there�s some �darkess� there that �may� preclude a need for a root canal specialist. Which I may want to look into before I lose my benefits in February, but it�s really not that painful enough. On the obverse side, when it gets painful enough that I actually seek help, the fixing of said problem will probably be ten times more expensive. Bleah. On the other hand, I�m told my teeth and my gums are quite lovely and I�ve been taking good care of them, despite the prednisone. Yay for Water Piks�! That was Tuesday, but that was also the day after a not-so-good afternoon when I got a call from Bubba. Now Bubba doesn�t necessarily call unless there�s a problem, but that�s not to say that that�s the only reason he calls. Unfortunately, he started the call with the phrase, �Well, before I get into what happened, tell me about what you and the Hubster did for your anniversary.� So before I get into what happened in Florida last Monday, let me tell you about Hubter�s and Valkyrie�s anniversary on the 15th. We had a gift certificate to Hole in the Wall, which is a steakhouse in the Pointe Squaw Peak , which is named for the mountain that is now called Piestewa Peak, named for Lori Piestewa, but none of the businesses in the area wanted to redo their signage. So there. Well, this is a posh resort, but it so happens that the Hole in the Wall restaurant is in the �water feature� area (read: kid�s area) so we were excessively overdressed for this place, especially since there were also 25 girls representing the Hannah Montana Fan Club all going SQUEE at one of the other tables. However, the Hubster and I prevailed by eating a metric ton of BBQ ribs, and I was given a free chocky lava cake, and a representative of Miller� beer gave me free beer to taste and give them feedback. I let them know that I was pretty sure that their 12-oz bottle was only 1 Weight Watcher� point. And we ate fried rattlesnake, which would have tasted different I�m sure if it�d been freshly caught. It tasted like fried chicken gizzards anyway. I think I prefer alligator. More nutty. Anyhoo, we had a lovely time and much gentle boffing was had on the account of my ribs still being broken. And I got chocky cake for free! Damn! And the Hubster gave me a gift certificate for yarn! Yarn!! At the LYS, even! When I asked him how yarn pertained to wood, the traditional 5-year gift, he said, �They make yarn out of bamboo.� I replied that technically, bamboo is a grass, and he said, �Cellulose fibers. Close enough.� So there, I suppose. So mow we�re turning around to the real reason the Bubba called from Florida. Apparently, Mom got permission and the paperwork from the VA to take Dad to a senior day-care kind of thing, so she dropped him off Monday morning. After about 30 minutes, he was taking swings at nurses with his cane. Never a good idea. Unfortunately, the home couldn�t find Mom via the home phone or her cell phone, so they called Bubba at work. Bubba had to leave work and he picked up Dad and took him home (that is, to the rent�s home) and sat with him the whole day and Mom was gone and incommunicado for eight hours. The hell? Okay, let�s just break it down to simple questions. 1. Where the heck did she go for eight hours? Okay, I�m doing my best not to be angry with Mom. Obviously, she needs help, but apparently Bubba asked her what her version of �help� is, and she said, right out loud, that her version of help is having the Valkyrie move into her house and taking care of everything for her. Valkyrie�s response that was �Um, no.� Well, not to her face, obviously. sigh I�m planning on visiting in January. I think we will be very seriously discussing Dad going to a facility.
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