Enjoy, shrift!
I am stuck in the salt lake airport for another hour. So annoyed. But otoh it forced me to do some more work than I might've otherwise? Maybe? I was supposed to get in at 4pm and had planned to do work after working out and dinner. Instead dinner was yogurt and overpriced broccoli slaw from a random airport place, and workout will hopefully happen in the morning (...someone remind me I really need to do that). Ugh. Two travel dramas in two trips. I'm not feeling this job.
meara, it sounds like you should have a glass of wine with your slaw.
Things I learned today that I was previously unaware of: there is in fact a Castle Frankenstein in Germany which predates the Mary Shelley novel by centuries and once had a creepy alchemist/possible grave robber in residence. And it has a restaurant for tourists.
I spent three hours on the telephone today trying to find out why I got a bill saying my monthly health insurance premium was $1,600. I was unable to live blog this experience, because I started the day be spilling coffee on my keyboard, and I was waiting for it to dry.
The answer is too complicated to bear, but includes having the Health Care Exchange cancel my tax credit because "other sources" indicated my income doesn't qualify and Kaiser having an unrelated system bug that doubled premium amounts. After having the entire Affordable Care Act read to me, I theoretically have a tax credit again, but have to pay the two months.
No one, however, told me his life story or discussed his sweating, so I'm ahead of Zenkitty.
Ah, Father's Day. I'm glad I no longer have to spend 30 minutes looking at cards trying to find one that did not imply my father was even adequate.
That is full on bullshit, Ginger. Ugh!
Things I learned today that I was previously unaware of: there is in fact a Castle Frankenstein in Germany which predates the Mary Shelley novel by centuries and once had a creepy alchemist/possible grave robber in residence. And it has a restaurant for tourists.
OMG must go there!
Yeah, I don't miss having to deal with Father's Day. It's a bit like Mother's Day - card for Daniel's mom = cute, sweet, and funny; card for my mom = "Happy Mother's Day" thus far and no further.
Also, I took my poor scratching dog to the vet, but his antibiotics are going to have to wait until tomorrow. I have negative spoons.
Please call your congresscrappers, Ginger. I know it's one more thing but when you find the bonus spork...
Not fixing that autocorrect. I've never used that phraseology, but I'll take it.