I do. I miss her as often as I miss Cracker Barrel's hashbrown casserole: Quite frequently.
I miss seeing her smiling face and glazed eyes. I miss her insightful quips. I miss hearing about her dumb-ass, potentially-lethal shenanigans.
We need a new redneck scandal, pronto. The Salahis and their upper-class social foibles aren't cutting it.