I love Lily the Fearless Sea Captain, with the wind blasting through her hair.

I love lazy Sunday mornings. I'm sprawled in bed with a grey kitty curled up in my lap and no particular schedule to follow AIFG.

Well, turns out it's not the inclusions in mexican spoon bread that my daughter doesn't like, she doesn't like corn bread of any type. Must put that on my list with pineapple for her. Guess I'll have to take it to work Monday to dispose of it. While I love the heck out of it, I don't need a whole pan in the house to tempt me.

Feh. Just got off the phone with my pharmacy. It's a shame they're so convenient (across the street from my apartment, basically), because this woman was INSANELY rude to me.

I refilled this prescription yesterday online. Because I lost my refills when I transferred to this new pharmacy, they needed to call my doctor. I do not know if my gyno has weekend hours, so I thought I'd call the pharmacy to see if they were able to refill it.

The instant this woman picked up the phone (after getting my name), she starts lecturing me in the most condescending voice possible on the fact that (a) I have no more refills (b) they need to call the doctor and (c) she wasn't there yesterday, so it's not her problem that nobody did this yet. To which my answers, had she let me give them, were (a) I already knew (b) so did anyone do that yet? and (c) I really don't care what your personal hours are.

Every time I tried to interject, she cut me off. Finally I was able to get out "So my prescription is NOT READY YET, right?" She snapped "Right," and HUNG UP THE PHONE.

I'd complain to the manager, but because she hung up on me, I wasn't able to get her name. Bitch.

Of course, I still have to go over there to get blister pads (damn you, strappy sandals!), but I was hoping to get my new pills at the same time.

Jessica, even if you didn't get the name, I think you should still complain. It doesn't hurt to have all the employees occasionally reminded of good customer relations. Especially since you have specifics that you can point to. Besides, she might have said something to her coworkers and then when everyone gets the lecture they'll know who to blame. (I'm evil, so sue me.)

Must put that on my list with pineapple for her.

::BOGGLES::

I'd complain to the manager, but because she hung up on me, I wasn't able to get her name. Bitch.

I think you still have enough information to comaplain to the manager. "The woman who answered my call on Sunday afternoon was VERY rude to me. I didn't get her name, but I'm hoping you can figure it out and take any appropriate steps with her to curb her rudeness."

Sail and I are in complete agreement.

I would definitely complain, Jess. There can't have been that many women manning the phone in the pharmacy at the time you called, and you have to go over there anyway.

I'm much better at making complaints over the phone than in person.

ION, I'm debating whether or not to go up to the OfficeMax at Atlantic Center and get velcro tape (for my Alton-Brown-esque Wall o'Spices), or just order it over Amazon. On the plus side, I'd have it today. On the down side, this blister on the bottom of my foot hurts like a motherfucker, and I probably shouldn't walk on it.

(Also, I'd have to shower and put on clothes, which would severly compromise my standings in the World's Laziest Human Being championship, which I am currently winning hands-down.)

Ugh. People like that are the reason I don't like using the phone. I'm always terrified that I'll get one.

I have decided that I love chubby baby arms and thighs more than toes. I know, I'm weird.

I love their noses. Wee little squishable noses!

The baby arms are so weird, because the hand looks like a separate piece of human that's merely attached to the limb.

We've had a brain leap in the last few days. Increased focus, intentional manipulation of hanging objects, blah blah blah. Scary fast, this cog-knit-if development.