Oh no, we are not doing that again! We might live in redneck land, but got so many neighbor complaints because ain’t nobody wants a cannon pointed at their house, despite the barrel being filled with concrete, potting soil and plants.
Goes off to check bank account.
Hmmm, it’s just a gun barrel to make one of his now banned guns legal again. He can’t shoot it, so did he want to make it legal so he could sell it? Probably not. It’s going to suck when he dies and I have to deal with the arsenal.
TC friend and I are going to the dispensary tomorrow. She’s been going to the one in Prescott Valley and doesn’t like it for the same reasons I don’t like it. It is always full and rushed and everyone is in a hurry and rude about it. My dispensary is not as long as we go during the week.
I’m racking my brain to remember who told us about Birdmoss mystery boxes, but this month’s box is strawberry oriented and Mom likes strawberry trinkets, so I ordered a box to be sent to Mom’s house for us to open while I’m there. She sounded pretty happy to be getting a mystery box of trinkets that she could pack back into my car if she didn’t want to keep them around. (She is pretty clear about not wanting more stuff, so it is really hard for me to buy things for her.) So thanks to whoever it was who told me about them, I’m always looking for things to entertain her and make her smile.
Mom, I only learned about my newly developed allergy to penicillium a year or so ago. Despite taking it with no issues all of my life, suddenly I can’t anymore. My rash made my lower legs look like I had put them in too hot water for too long, but it didn’t itch. The infection I was taking the penicillium for also didn’t get any better, so I figured that there was a problem and called my doctor who gave me something else that worked. The real bitch is remembering that now I have a drug allergy that has to be discussed along with all the other medical shit.