good grief ita
I think that about sums it up, yeah.
On the upside, the pharmacy got the subscription, and they'll be delivering meds. So that's no longer a concern.
For the first time yesterday, I think, I had someone debate my name. I was being pissy and just saying it without spelling "i-t-a, ita, i-t-a" is how I do it for companies. But I just said "ita" this time. She asked me to spell it, so I did, and then she went "Mmm?" I'm all "What?" "What else?" "There isn't anything else. That's the whole name." "Oh."
Unrelatedly, I caught someone looking at me and laughing the other day--I was about to cloak myself in affront, but then I realised as long as I carry a Greendale Community College bag, I will never know.
Oh ita. Good grief, indeed.
I can totally do a few hours on my own instead so Allyson can help you out.
Oh, my god. I can't believe you're bedridden and still helping me out. No, you're Polgara. I can and do believe. And thanks for the offer--let me work out what is most convenient. And why my phone is on the other side of the room. (er, thanks also to Allyson, unless she's being coerced into this by blackmail of any sort, in which case--shame on you, Polgara)
I think all I need is a grocery run. Laundry can hold until I can walk properly again. I just need food I don't have to stand and cook, methinks.
I'll chime in on the good grief, and the "OMG more bubble wrap needed". Goodness!
I came home last night and declined to go out partying with friends, and instead went to bed by about 10PM...and woke up in the night to crazy thunderstorms and lightning (so rare here!), and then went back to sleep, until about 10AM. Dang. It felt so good, but now I'm feeling all lazy and want a nap. Or someone to bring me coffee.
We can compare funky crutch accessories! After I get some, that is.
Allyson's currently taking a shower before she heads over here. She doesn't yet know that I'm offering her out like a DVD.
Heh. I love the Buffistas. Reminds me of the time I was stuck at work on the Project From Hell and my sister & BIL were out of town, and JZ came and got my keys and went and let my dog out.
Bravo, Buffistas.
Just now, I thought I was hallucinating: I heard a horse neigh. Turns out I wasn't hallucinating: we're having a neighborhood street fair and a couple of black cowboys (err, cowgirls--I saw mostly women with the horses) came; one of their horses, a cranky pinto, was tied up in the empty lot across the street from me. He (she, it?) was not happy to be there. Too cool.
Today I have walked the dog a couple of miles, cleaned my kitchen, scrubbed the grout on the kitchen floor, pulled up the rug in the living room, mopped the living room floor, put the living room rug in the bedroom, shipped a package, and started laundry. Now I'm waiting for the floors to dry so I can put the new (non-dog-chewed) rug in the living room and walk through the kitchen so I can hang up my laundry in the back yard.
Not too bad for a Saturday. But I have to remember to get to the dry cleaner's.
OK, this is really cool:
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A shoe store that closed up in the 1960s without getting rid of the inventory. Nobody's been in there for over 40 years. What amazes me is how many of those shoes you could wear today, with no comment at all. They look great!
Just now, I thought I was hallucinating: I heard a horse neigh. Turns out I wasn't hallucinating: we're having a neighborhood street fair and a couple of black cowboys (err, cowgirls--I saw mostly women with the horses) came
So can you figure out why I'm hearing it every couple weeks in my neighborhood?!
My best guess is someone's horn.
