Happy Moanday, everyone! As long as we’re sharing frustrations, I’m irked at the eye clinic. The latest contact lens should have arrived there at least a week ago. Actually, the woman who orders them was supposed to call me first, but she never did, so I’m thinking it probably wasn’t even ordered. I called last week and left a VM. No response. I called again this a.m. and was told “Jackie was moved to billing.” The guy said he’d look into it and call me back. Still waiting.
A teeny, tiny confession that will show my annoying side: I love the title of this week’s MMP, but the fact the “a” isn’t “an” makes me wince. See? Annoying! I spent too many years grading essays. Just roll your eyes and point to my Time Out chair.
In happier news, Al Vacado has leaves! I’m ridiculously excited.
I’ve been thinking of Oopsie all morning. I hope the surgery is going smoothly.
@swampbear, what do you use to marinate the steaks for Men’s Night? You always say they’re marinatin’, and I’ve always wondered.
wordy, I hope your dad is OK. It does sound like a stroke. Does your mom remember that she asked for other sides before? I’d be tempted to just say, “These ARE the sides you wanted, Mom.” You’ve got too much to handle already.
I regret to remind you that the CHRISTMAS IN YOUR FACE season begins before Thanksgiving is over.
Dressing is my favorite dish of the whole meal. Always has been. I wasn’t going to make any this year, since it’s just me, but now I’m waffling.
shoe, hope you’re feeling less cranky or, failing, that, have something to kick.