<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/b378/iugggcdoaop702z6g.jpg)<br/><div align="center"><strong> <span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Courtney</span></span></strong></div></div>I turn my head towards Taffy, eyes half rolling as I do, with my head ending up half cocked to the side as if to say: "Really, you too?"<br/><br/>"I like to pop back home in between cases and check in, if even just briefly. I think they're worried I'll just up and disappear again. Plus ... with Dad now being retired, I think he's starting to drive Mom nuts." I let out a soft [color=#e0110]*chuckle*[/color] just thinking about it.<br/><br/>I look of at Steffy, and continue.<br/><br/>"He's literally got half the living room torn apart. Started off as just replacing the carpet ... then he decided to put a fireplace in."<br/><br/>All this talk of rhubarb has made me ... well sick of hearing about rhubarb. Should I tell Steffy that I had some of Mom's famous strawberry rhubarb pie? Maybe after a drink. I take a look at Mechelle and *smile*<br/><br/>"All this rhubarb talk has made me want ... something not rhubarby. Rhubarbery? Something not with rhubarb, anyway. How about a whiskey sour, please, Mechelle?"<br/><br/>I then smile at the delivery girl.<br/><br/>"Nah nah, don't even worry about it. Taking insults as an Iowan is almost like a badge of honor. Ya get used it, especially if the insults come from Meee neee soooo tah!" I say, throwing on a thick northern accent. "They're the worst, honestly. I'm all for good natured ribbing, but I swear they have like an inferiority complex, for some reason."<br/><br/>After receiving my drink, I head over to Steffy's table, my faux pouting session officially over.<br/><br/>"So, anything interesting happen while I was gone? And more importantly, did ya miss me?"