Having Peace Corps in common can be a cool thing, I've found.

So I somehow bent over some little pins, and I think my iphone is fucked. I wonder if they can just replace that piece. ISTG, every paycheck it's something. I mean, I drop my iphone twenty times a day on the job site, and I break it plugging it in? Grr.

hmm, so I could get a new 3GS for free if I sign another 2 year contract, or I could get a 4G for $99. But they only have 8 gig models for those two.

I have NEVER understood why throwing a wedding is such a societal excuse to act like an asshole. (Not saying you were implying this, le nubian.)

I mean, organizing a big event can be stressful, but GET OVER IT. You are planning a party and getting married, not going to war. People do not get a "act like a douche and get out of jail free" card because it's a wedding.

OMGtothepowerofwtf. Totally this.

I see it ALL the time and just have to shake my head. When I got married, I threw my own homemade wedding and did everything, including making my dress. The only thing I had a fit about was when the graphic arts student I hired to help me silk screen the announcements MISSPELLED MY HUSBAND'S LAST NAME...which I didn't see until she'd done 200 of them. That required ire. The rest of it, eh.

I am engaged in a "my dog is cuter" contest on fb with my ex gf. That counts as being productive, right? ...right?

Much against my mother's wishes, I threw my own wedding. She did make my dress and my sister's. The room was decorated with greenery stolen from the Vanderbilt campus by my friends. I only lost it when we forgot the cake and my mother insisted on going back for it, as opposed to someone less integral to the proceedings.

Today is kind of making up for yesterday... I may have scored a ticket to Voodoo Fest tonight (MCR!!!!!!) for less than retail price.

I am engaged in a "my dog is cuter" contest on fb with my ex gf. That counts as being productive, right? ...right?

Frankie wins! No contest. (all due respect to the potentially cute, but not as cute other dog)

I am engaged in a "my dog is cuter" contest on fb with my ex gf. That counts as being productive, right? ...right?

Hell yeah. Defend Frankie's honor.

ION, there's been a mix-up at my veterinary clinic. Not as serious as the wrong body part getting removed, but I'm not cool with it. Last spring, we left the cats to be boarded there while we went to visit Daniel's mom for a few days. Because it was within a month of when Sammie was due for her annual shots/exam, I asked them to do that while she was with them. When we picked the cats up, the bill was slightly higher than I expected, but I chalked that up to the rising costs of stuff. The receipt had three pages to it. When I looked at it, I apparently did not look closely enough to realize that they had also charged me for vaccinating Harvey. So this September when I asked about making an appointment for him, they said, he's up to date until April, that they had done both cats at the same time. I asked why they would do that; the response was probably so that both cats could always be brought in at the same time. It's been too long, so there is no way to remember precisely how I worded any instructions to them.

But here's the thing: I have always appreciated having the cats' annual shots/exam on opposite ends of the year, because it's more easily budgeted. Having them both at the same time means that any year I decide to go for full blood work and dental cleaning I am facing a $600 vet bill. Now that I have wiped out all the savings with my own medical bills (and I'm still paying on 'em, so the savings is not growing at an optimal rate) that will never happen. I can't imagine actually instructing them to do that to my budget.

And I'm torn between being mildly annoyed because there was obviously a misunderstanding, and pissed the f*ck off because who made that decision?!? And I don't really know what to do about it.

As for a payment plan.

Tom's mom died today and a hidden pole ripped my front bumper off as I prepared to go tp lunch. Dropped the car off at a local body shop and am eating lunch. And drinking a goddamn beer. I really hope that Tom doesn't need to find out about the car thing. Not today, anyway.

I just caught up Nora, and while I think it wasn't unexpected, it's still really hard. Please give Tom my condolences. Safe travels to him as well.

I'm also sorry to hear about the car crap.