Did you miss me? Well, I’m back anyway. Not that I actually went anywhere, but I wasn’t here. But now I am again, so I’m back.
I’m not really up to speed yet. The Loop is sorta over there <— while I’m still kinda that —> way. But I’m working on it. And that’s what counts, isn’t it? The working? I think so.
Last week was the Big Vacation and things happened. A couple of them we even planned on. So there you go. It went down something like this:
[ul]
[li]Painting[/li][li]The Sick[/li][li]Family Business[/li][li]The car bumper was made all better[/li][li]More painting[/li][li]The Return of The Sick[/li][li]Cleaning and reorganizing[/li][li]Dental visit gone awry[/li][li]The Return of Slow Time[/li][/ul]
We call it “The Sick” because that’s what Soupo named it. It only seemed fair that he got to name this dread disease since he brought it home from the germ factory called Kindergarten. It laid him low. Them it came back and got the Little Woman. (That would be “The Return of the Sick”.) Katcha and I dodged that particular bullet. I guess we just have Superior White Blood Cells.
They actually got the car bumper all fixed. The first try. With no problems. It was weird.
They thought they were having a problem. They even called us about it. They thought they had the wrong bumper for our car, so they had to send it back and get a new one. Only it wasn’t for our car. It was the other Honda they had in. They were screwed, but our repair went very well. So that was nice. For us anyway.
Something else worked out nice for us. Sorta. Only not really. But it was OK in the end.
Soupo had a dentist appointment. Only he didn’t. But he did. Yeah, it was like that.
After his last tooth cleaning, (actually they cleaned all his teeth) I made an appointment for him for the next six months. As it turns out, that rolled around last week. Also, as things turned out, he had that Friday off school for an In Service Day. So, when we found out, I called the dentist and canceled his original appointment and rescheduled for the day he didn’t have school. It seemed easier all the way around, and we’d be done earlier in the day.
But as it turned out, the appointment lady (and I use that term loosely) is either an incompetent moron or a moronic incompetent. I’m not sure which. She canceled the appointment and told me she signed us up for the new appointment we wanted. That’s what she said anyway.
When we got into the office, all the desk people were busy, so Soupo and I went and sat down. Then when everyone was done with what they were doing, they just started wandering around (la la la la…) ignoring us. So I went up to the desk and said we were there for our appointment.
“We’re here for our appointment” I said in my most pleasant voice.
“No you aren’t,” replied the harridan behind the desk.
“Yeah, we are. See? Here we are!” Ha ha! Still being pleasant. (Sorta.)
“But you don’t have an appointment,” she snaps back.
(I really hate the new staff our dentist has. He moved to a new dental group, and this is what he got. But the hygienist is really good.)
“Uh… yeah, I do. I made it a couple of weeks ago. Actually I called and changed it, but it was a couple of weeks ago, and we were told we were good for today.” I was still trying to be pleasant, but it didn’t seem worth the effort anymore.
“So who did you talk to?” By now her eyes were rolling up in her head and she was spitting fire. Joy.
" I don’t know!" I stopped even trying to be pleasant here. “Whoever answered the phone and said I had my new appointment today!” Grrr…
“Oh yes, I remember making your first appointment…” she lied to me.
“Liar! I mad the first appointment six months ago with Rick!” (Rick is the good hygienist.)
“Well he’s busy now…” blah blah blah.
Only he wasn’t busy as it turned out. His appointment didn’t show up, so he took Soupo in right then. It all worked out in the end. He had no cavities or nuthin’. And he got a nifty new toothbrush that takes a battery and the head spins real fast. It’s a racecar. Or backwards “racecar a”.
While we were cleaning up the house and putting things back after we painted, I scored big. Waaaay in the back of a cupboard, I found a chocolate Easter Bunny. Probably only seven months old. No way was it over 19 months. Anyway, since no one had a claim on it, I ate it. It was still good.
-Rue.
I still have 3 wisdom teeth to come out… It’s cheaper to do it here than to do it after we go to the US.