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Friday, May. 15, 2009 at 8:30 p.m.

So I�ve been back from Florida since Tuesday afternoon, although my relief at leaving started right after I checked my luggage at the airport (which included a text message to the Hubster that read, �I�M FREE!�). Mom is, of course, Mom, and is still able to get under my skin almost instantaneously, mostly with her questions that should be rhetorical but for some reason, demand an answer on my part. It�s difficult to explain. But I should be relieved that I was able to skirt around the �why didn�t you and the Hubster have children???� conversation.

Anyway, we went to . . . four? Five? Casinos, and one of them we went to twice. Fortunately it was the one that was only an hour away instead of the ones two-and-a-half hours away. After we got home, Mom found a redemption ticket worth well over $100, so it was back to the casino the next day, as it was only good for the next 24 hours. But since it was Mother�s Day, we both got free buffets, long-stemmed roses, and a teeny-tiny box of chockies. Okay, it was hardly a box since it contained only two chockies. Two chockies does not a �box� make.

I also ate a metric ton of both cheese grits and hush puppies, so it was a pretty good trip. I did actually have fun, and Mom and I got along just fine. Actually, it�s not like we get along poorly; we don�t fight or anything like that. I simply find her patently irritating but it�s not worth telling her about because she�s pretty oblivious to her own personality. Besides, Dad also found her pretty irritating as well, but he would tell her about it, and I suspect she had enough of that. I know I had an earful of it growing up.

I did get to visit with Bubba a little bit, but I didn�t see the SIL. Again, she�s having a lot of problems with her RA and her medication for her RA. Mom and I also went to the cemetery so I could see the faceplate for Dad�s niche, and it looks very nice. Oddly enough, two niches below Dad is a fellow that Dad knew and actually worked with as a TD for the Navy. Mom says she vaguely remembers his name. So I took a couple of nickels and put one on the top edge of Dad�s and his buddy�s faceplates. Mom asked me why I did that and I said that when we had been here before, there was money on other faceplates. When we had asked the funeral director about it, he thought it had to do with needing money to pay the ferryman or whatever, whereas I thought it had to do with some sort of knuckle-rapping fees or flight beer dues or something. And since I liked my explanation better, I decided that Dad and his buddy should have nickels for Nickel Beer Night. Belly up to the bar, sailors!

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