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Tarpon Springs

We spent today going to somewhat nearby Tarpon Springs. Its a Greek Village on the Gulf of Mexico which fishes for sea sponges.

We got there and had a very nice lunch on one of the many Greek restaurants. The food was very good. Wen's main complaint about the Bay Area is that she can't find a decent Greek restaurant. We walked around and found lots of kitchy gifts for my family. I like spending time with Meemaw. Its quite opposite from the stereotypical situation where you are supposed to fight with your mother-in-law.

I have been ignoring Pirate Man. I realize I am being rude because I am in his house but its making me feel somewhat OK.

We bought a VHS player for Meemaw and got her Finding Nemo and watched that while eating pizza and sewing a nightgown for R's Pooh Bear's nightgown.

Tomorrow is Busch Gardens with Teenie and the girls. Our last day in Florida. I really can't wait to get home. I am going to give my parents a big hug and tell them what good parents they are.

More Later,

Posted by mice at 03:57 PM |
From Not Going My Way

Drunk Part 2

Today was not so bad. mrs. mice and I discussed how we would avoid Pirate Man and still get to see the rest of her family. We spent today mailing our free gifts to ourselves. It wasn't too expensive to ship including the box and packing peanuts we bought to ship it all home. We went grocery shopping then went to The Shell Factory in Ft. Meyers to see if we could find some kitch for my family members. We did not wind up getting anything. It was interesting that it rained really hard for about 10 minutes on the way there then was fine. I was glad I was not in the canoe, its much drier in the car.

Mrs. mice is working on a nightgown for her niece's Pooh Bear. Right now Pirate Man is home from work and acting like an ass. I'm just ignoring him.

More Later,

Posted by mice at 08:49 PM |
From Not Going My Way

Drunk

I'm trying to remember if I had a previously entry entitled worst day ever. I'm not online at the moment so I have renamed this to drunk.

So we woke up early for the second day in a row to go fishing. Exactly like yesterday, we caught no fish, it was windy and rainy. Really I didn't care much. It was nice just being out there. I liked paddling the canoe.

We stopped off at the liquor store so that Dad in law could get another bottle of brandy because he finished his bottle from yesterday.

We got home and Dad in law tried to tell me that "Blinded by the Light" was by Steve Miller Band because it said so on his pirated mp3. Please. He believes that Amazon is incorrect. Yah. I can tell I am arguing with a fool.

So after hours of badgering me, he makes reservations at this Italian place down the street. Its a classy place. He decides to put on a collared shirt a suit jacket and his boxers, "This is how I am going." Super. That should be fun. So we get there and its like a David Lynch movie. A band is playing. Tequila is the song. It doesn't seem very Italian to me. Oh well. I can't hear my self think. And the place is filled with grey haired New Yorkers that come down when the weather is cold. They are called "Snowbirds".

The food is very rich. Even the salad has meat in it. I can barely eat half of my entire' Its lasagna but not very good.

Three half carafes of wine later, Dad in law is arguing about the bill with his wife. He pays the bill, stiffs the waitress. I want to give something extra to the waitress and I wonder if that is enabling. I decide that it is.

I want to go home because Dad in law is very drunk. He dances by himself and dances with his wife. mrs. mice and I don't feel much like dancing though we are the only ones apparently. The band is playing some slow dance.

We finally get into the car. Dad in law wants to go play pool. No one else wants to. He calls us all pussies and bastards. He says when the bad is really jamming you gotta show your appreciation or else they won't play anymore.

He says we should go bowling and when no one wants to do that he says we should all go to church and pray. Yeah I'm sure they'd love that at 11pm.

We get home and Mrs. mice and I talk about it. Now she is asleep and I can't sleep. This whole week f***ing sucks.

I want to go home now.

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Posted by mice at 04:00 PM |
From Not Going My Way

The Only Problem Is…

I feel very awkward here. I don't really like when Mrs. mice's Dad makes fun of me or Mrs. mice or Mrs. mice's Mom. He is always so mean to everyone who tires to serve him at a restaurant or rings him up at a store.

I asked if Mrs. mice would feel bad if she had to visit her family without me. The answer was a definite yes. I don't think that anyone here "gets" me. But I suppose that's what miceland is for. I guess this is how Mrs. mice feels when she visits my family.

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Posted by mice at 12:52 PM |
From Not Going My Way

Port Charlotte

Well we are done with our week at WDW. We went to Mickey's Not so Scary Halloween Party. Sadly there was a lot of overlap between Mickey's Not So and the 999 Happy Haunts Ball. Doing both is not really necessary. The parade for Not SO was pretty cool including a float element of the hitchhiking ghosts. How cool would it have been to get a picture with the guys? mrs. mice's nieces were dressed up as a dead cheerleader and an army infantryman. They weren't really into taking pictures with the characters, they didn't like the fireworks, they weren't really into the parade, they were tired by about 10:00. We were a little shocked at how much more into it we were than they were. But oh well, what are you gonna do? Next year if we do the event we are doing it BEFORE Halloween, not on it. People were very grumpy and pissy. I did however get some pins. One of Minnie Mouse and one of Mickey and Minnie in ghost costumes, nice.