My hair hasn't dried since I got back from the pool at 5:30- 3 hours ago. Because I have margarita vacuum&mopped, and even with my house being temperate, I sweated. A lot. I head sweat.
And I forgot to deliver strawberries. Which I can't do until my floor dries between here and the front door.
BUT in high school, I hope they do Richard III. Then Grace could play him. In fact, I'm going to start teaching her to say, "Now is the summer of our discontent."
I think this would be very cute.
I am sorry, msbelle. What a terrible thing for that family.
It is too hot here. And it's not even summer.
Kat,
I really like your attitude.
I'm beside myself. Fucking hospice appears to have no weekend staff. No answer at the main line or any of the cell numbers I have.
Oh, Consuela. You don't need anything making this harder.
WTF, Consuela?? That is ridiculous.
I met up with two friends, and got to finally meet their dog (sadly she's six months old and not so much a tiny puppy anymore) and then they came over and met the kittens and we got them to purr! SO CUTE.
Now chilling and deciding what to do with my evening...
Fucking hospice appears to have no weekend staff. No answer at the main line or any of the cell numbers I have.
No, no, no! They don't have a 24-hour line that at least calls you back quickly? If you want to send the name, I can look for one of those. I've never known a hospice not to have a way to contact them pretty quickly. Call backs a lot of times, but you don't feel abandoned.