Oh, yeah. Sweeeeet.

I just sat at my desk and facetimed with my Dude, who is in Wales. How cool is that? And how logical is it that seeing and talking to him on my phone is free, when CALLING would cost an arm and a leg?

Omg, fuck pro florists with a rusty chainsaw. The basket of fruit and snacks I ordered on Saturday, paying extra for "same day" delivery (which I knew was a euphemism) and "morning guaranteed delivery" (which I assume would be accurate) is still not delivered AND now they're telling me is not even available in that area (bullshit, don't let me buy something that isn't available in that area, at least edible arrangements was honest about not delivering to the hospital). So they were just gonna send some random flowers maybe sometimes today with only email Notifications. Bullshit. I only found out anything was awry when the local florist called to confirm location cuz they were confused by delivering a funeral order to a hospital. I should have caught on then, why would they interpret a snack basket as a funeral arrangement? Headsmack. 40 minutes later of phone calls and me sobbing (there's just not enough sleep in the world this week, apparently) and they fucking better find someone who can deliver something edible today. I'd also settle for delivering flowers and refunding all my money but that seems unlikely.

Ok, they're gonna deliver the snack basket I ordered tomorrow morning and refund half my money. I'm still pissed off but now they can just fuck themselves with the nearest uncomfortable item. Seriously, don't these people know that "sympathy" order translates to "highly emotional situation, person likely to flip out on anything that goes even slightly awry"?

Steph, the invitations are perfectly wonderful and perfectly YOU!

erin, for heaven's sake, what an ordeal just to send a basket of food! They should get a mountain of bad reviews on Yelp and a swift kick in the butt of whoever screwed up that order. I would have had a meltdown too.

Just ordered Tom's 42nd birthday present, a big ole towel with "Don't Panic" monogrammed on it. Thanks to Plei for the idea!

That sounds like a great gift.

I'm changing my meds around and trying a new one and going off the old. And I've gained weight, I'm pretty sure it's from the new med. NExt week I see my doctor and we'll have to discuss this. The big huge reason I wanted to go off Seroquel is the weight gain. I couldn't just go off of it so he put me on Risperdal and now I've gained about 8 lbs in the past 5 weeks.

This hasn't been the greatest year.

I'm behind in Natter so I'm going to post my hockey whoot here. WHOOT!

Askye, I'm sorry. That is so difficult.

Nora, that sounds like a wonderful gift.

I'm in a lot of pain tonight and haven't gotten a regular night's sleep in I can't remember how long. I have no idea what to do with myself at this point.

40 minutes later of phone calls and me sobbing (there's just not enough sleep in the world this week, apparently) and they fucking better find someone who can deliver something edible today. I'd also settle for delivering flowers and refunding all my money but that seems unlikely.

that is some bullshit. A similar thing happened to me twice. For my great aunt's 90th birthday, they sent me an email late the night/day before saying that they didn't realize that the delivery was in her town, and they couldn't do a Saturday delivery there.

For Mother's Day, they delivered the wrong flowers with the wrong card in the envelope. I hope that Linda's mother liked the lilies that I ordered for my mom.

In both cases, I made them redeliver with a note of apology and a second bouquet.