Sistah Pat

Horseshoe Casino has a special this month.  Play for 30 minutes and get a free buffet.  Played Monday and ate dinner.  Played Tuesday and ate dinner.  Played Wednesday and ate lunch.  Came home.  Went back Thursday with DH, played and ate dinner.  Got up yesterday morning, played and ate lunch.  Figured everything up and I spent three nights in a nice room and had five buffet dinners for $60.00.  Next thing you know, DIL will be telling the social worker that I have a gambling addiction.  Fat chance…I’m so cheap I’m amazed that they let me participate in the special offers at all.  I always play $20.00 a day.  If I double it, I usually quit.  If I triple it, I definitely quit.  If I lose it, I quit.  Whichever way it goes, they’re not getting more than twenty bucks out of me.  It amazes me how people can sit there at the slots and play the dollar or five dollar slots.  I’m over there at the penny slots.

We got home yesterday afternoon and walked in to a disaster.  The house was a total wreck.  Got met with lots of “I thought you weren’t coming home until tomorrow”s but I was pissed!  Dirty dishes, food all over the counters and stove, the bathroom a wreck, wet towels all over the place and plates of food in the living room and family room.  I was HOT!  Got the place cleaned up and fixed a pot of beef barley soup for dinner.  While we’re eating, DH says “Know what I want to do for my birthday tomorrow?  I’d like to take the RV and go up to Belterra.  It was nice to get away with just you and me.  Let’s get up in the morning and head up there.”  (sigh…)  I may have spent the entire week in a caseeno but he hasn’t. 

Alright, Birthday Boy, get your peanuts and slim jims and let’s hit the road.