Went to the salon, so I’ll be tossing my hair coquettishly while I type this, just because. Also went to the doc in a box. She said, “It’s probably the auto-immune thing” and suggested seeing my doc. So no answers, but at least she yell, “Wow!” and call in all the docs. I’d have charged $5 a peek. I ain’t no amateur.
Next up is the PO, then the gym, and then I’ll take the Santa Cart on its maiden voyage to get scrips, etc. at the grocery store.
That was my thought, only I didn’t have any science behind it. Now I do. Thanks, Dr. Doggio!
I’m the type who apologizes to plants, but I’m thinking of getting a mace on a very long chain. Wait. Not suitable for Santa Cart. I’m just going to have to weaponize some reindeer. Rudolph is gonna have a very spiky nose.
Hey, that’s an idea! (The bus, I mean, though a private plane would be a sweet ride.) I’ll check! Otherwise, it can come out of the Italy fund. My sister is definitely worth it.
shoe, wise choice. It’s good to know what you don’t want. I had a principal who kept dragging me to state principal conferences because he wanted me to go into admin. I kept telling him I’d gone into teaching because I liked to teach. Anyway, I hope you get a fabulous job that pays well and offers bennies.
hippy, my condolences on the dishwasher. Let’s give it a 21-glass salute.
Taters, I had a colleague like your mom. When she wouldn’t get off a subject she was bitching about, I’d start singing very loudly and off-key (usually “Give me love, give me love, give me peace on earth!”) She usually left. Not sure it works on moms. Does alcohol help?
I know you meant “friend,” but I like this version so much better. And kudos on having such a talented friend! Also, sorry the cedar had to go, but at least you got a lot of nice firewood out of the deal.
Aw, shucks, and here I thought I’d be lucky to get the Silver Meatball."
I wonder if you could knit with a corkscrew. Maybe with enough wine…