And awfully glad to be here. Back where the beds are comfy, the spice rack is fully loaded, and people realize that there are few questions that can’t wait until a woman has come out of the bathroom. “I’m making tea…do you want a cup?” is not on the list. Neither is “Would you like to say Happy New Year to my friend Roberta? She’s on the phone.”

We had a nice time in Atlantic City. It was freezing and nearly deserted, which are pretty much my two primary conditions for enjoying any beach related leisure. The husband’s family is determined to convince me that there is no greater paradise on Earth than the Jersey shore. Enh…my idea of paradise is something other than sand bars on one side and casinos and outlet malls on the other. The best part is the pizza joints in between the two. There were a few nice photos, though, and a truly spectacular chicken florentine, and we watched Zombieland in the hotel room with leftovers, which I highly recommend.

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