Reason number 577 why I love my neighborhood...
I had to run MANY errands today, what with the being essentially out of the country for 17 days starting tomorrow. I had them all planned out, and essentially went in a big circle around the city. My third to last stop was for a pedicure, which I left in flip flops (it's like 17 degrees here). Next was the pharmacy. I picked up my prescriptions and went to leave when the pharmacist that I love yelled from behind the counter, "Valerie! Get some socks on!"
Then it was off to the library to return, well, overdue library books. Dropped them off and turned to leave...got almost out the door when the librarian I know (who was on the phone when I dropped off the books) yells, "Valerie! Where are your socks? You're going to freeze to death!"
I may live in the city, but I live in a very small neighborhood.
Nora, peace to you and yours. {{}}
I should put the puppy down and work on unpacking a box or two, but she's warm, fuzzy and snoring in my lap. It seems a shame to disturb her. (Spoiled? No, of course my puppy isn't spoiled. Why do you ask?)
Sox's DH just called to ask how we were feeling, because Sox is in the ER, having come down with some sort of bronchial-feverish-stomach-ick plague since they left here on Sunday. Wish her luck and re-hydration ~ma.
Reported by Sox's DH:
Iris: Why are we here?
SoxDH: (Explains mom is a patient and they have to wait for a doctor.)
Iris: I don't have any patience!
(Iris' grandmother has picked her up and taken her home.)
Oh, poor Sox! Fast recovery wished.
Best get well wishes to Sox!
GC, sorry about your bathroom remodel problem. How frustrating!
You display the wonderful traits of charm and courtesy.
How is that a fortune?
It's not a fortune cookie; it's a platitude cookie.
You can't get fortune cookies with actual fortunes anymore. Umm... somebody might sue!
It's a "you're fortunate" cookie.
Annabel recently got a fortune saying her endeavors were going to prosper. Which I expect means she'll soon be able to play all the boards on her Clifford phonics game without help as well as making continued progress in the "scare parents by attempting headstands on the couch" department.
Whitefonted for Intestinal Icky:
last night I had gas so bad that I couldnt' sit or lie or anything. I was shivering and sweating at the same time. I have no idea what the hell happened
and the gas wouldn't... vent
as it were
This morning at five thirty I called the pharmacy and staggered over there and got some drugs. which helped by seven or so. it was one of the more painful events of my life. It wasn't just my abdomen, it was all up my back too.
So I'm home today. turns out my boss DID come in, boy is she going to be mad. man. I can hardly care at this point. I finally woke up at 3:30. I guess a night of sleepless agony really takes it out of a girl.
I'm hungry, but I don't know what to eat. the heck? Because if something else is going to make me want to explode? dont wanna do it
