local and gas for my molars removed (I still have my wisdom teeth).
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
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Hello, just a quick post composed over in Word andforgive the thyping,
I’m pretty happy with the ~ma I received last week. I had a car accident and am largely ok.
My van got rear-ended on Friday afternoon. I had my bell rung but good cause I saw stars for awhile. Fortunately everybody walked away from the accident. Or at least technically we did, because I got to go to Emergency on a backboard and get x-rayed because apparently I told the paramedics I didn’t know if I’d hit my head. Turns out not, just a cervical sprain and no broken bones, yay no paralysis!
So now my car is at a body shop awaiting estimate and insurance company input; the pain meds hurt my stomach, my head hurst, my shoulder wakes me up crying ten times a night, I am walking around in a daze trying to do thinkgs like get the bills paid, talk to the insurance company and the police department, and keep everyone fed. My chiropractor assures me the confustion, headaches etc., will disappiate when nmy atlas is properly adjusted. I’d qualify for disability if I weren’;t a housewife.
Plus this is the week DH’s vehicle has really decided it is time to die. It let us know it was thinking about collapsing on us just after the Cash for Clunkers program ended, so clearly it waited for a moment of maximum inconvenience to strike its final blow against us. How rude. Doesn’t it know that we suburbanites cannot exist without automotive transportation?
Therefore I have decided to spend the rest of the day taking naps instead of making up holiday packages, and ignorning the fact that somebody will have to do wsometinbg about the pickup. I wll also pretend I don’t know angthing about dinner or bills and that I have a mom service coming over later to take care of everyting for me.
Hopefully my typing skilss will improve before too long. I did fix a lot of the errors but am tyoo lazy for all of them. Send more ~ma, buty not the emergency kind, just a nbice regular kind that helps things work out.
Ack, Kat! No ringing of your bell! Except the good kind.
Goodness, Katerina Bee. I'm so sorry about the accident and subsequent pain. I hope you're able to heal quickly.
{{{Katerina}}} Meep!
I know, it's a;ll so weaird. I remember thinking there was no way I'd be able to just put pedal to metal and get away to the grocery store. Which normally I really hate going to and wouldn't want to escape to.
I'm invited to a Sikh wedding in January. I may get to wear sari, so I am excited. Hope I can pull off the look with no fashion faux pas.
Hil. If you send me the PDFs I can pull them into a word doc for you. The quality of this can vary. Sometimes in order to preserve the pdf formatting, my software produces extremely funky word files. But, you know, worth a try. And sometimes you can cut and paste from funky file to another word file, and get what is important back in five minutes. Profile Addy is good. Post here when you have emailed me the pdf.
Oooh Katerina! Such FUN!
Here is my advice: Lots. Of. Pins.
Women I know who wear them all the time use none. Those of us who do it once or twice are well advised to safetypin the crap out of the lovely thing.
And flats! The little kick-walk is tricky enough in flats.
Thanks, Typo Boy, but since it's a graphics issue, I'm not sure that converting to a word file would help much. What I really need is to get it back to SVG, but I'm pretty sure that's impossible.
There is someone in the alleyway outside my window whistling "God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen." Loudly, and while standing in the spot in the alley where the sound echoes right into my apartment. He was there last night, too.