Is this also where your mother drives back to get it?
DING DING DING! That would be my answer.
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Is this also where your mother drives back to get it?
DING DING DING! That would be my answer.
You'd think. But, no. She starts work tomorrow.
Does Emeline start school this week? Because if so, I really don't care that your mother starts work tomorrow. Emeline is going to need those meds, and she is the one that screwed up.
You'd think. But, no. She starts work tomorrow.
That doesn't matter. This is a case of the HEALTH OF HER GRANDCHILD. Her screw-up, she needs to fix it.
(I'm not telling you what to do. But I am angry on your's and Em's part.)
X-post with sj, heh.
Also, what Jilli said about not telling you what to do.
If it has to be paid for out of pocket (which I'm guessing it will), your mom needs to foot the bill.
(Although I, too, am trying hard to not tell you what to do.)
Em starts school Wednesday. I'm going to see if we can get 10 tabs and have their neighbors send the pills to us Priority Mail.
Ugh, Aims. What everyone else said.
In an effort to Get Shit Done, I overcommitted. Oopsies. I invited the Ukrainian rugby player over for dinner, and he'll be here in an hour and I'm not sure what I'm cooking. Well, I'm cooking chicken thighs and mustard greens, but I'm still poking around for recipes. And I need to clean the house (frankly, that's one reason I invited him over - so I would have to clean).
Got the house cleanish, found a mustard green recipe... not sure on chicken thighs. Tempted to order pizza, but the whole point was to not spend money. ::sigh:: I've got Nora's simple recipe from before, maybe I'll just do that.
When I cook chicken thighs for the boys I cook bake them forever in 1/3 each of olive oil, soy sauce, and white wine. Yum! Cover them with liquids.