I need to do a bunch of shredding.

I need to do a bunch of shredding.

Feds closing in?

Feds closing in?

Shelf of papers getting full. I don't like leaving credit card applications with my name on them in the trash

During the winter, CJ kept my shred pile down to nothing because he liked using the pieces as fire tinder. Apparently they are great for getting a fire going. Pyromaniac that he is, if he was home and it was the least bit cold outside, he would get a fire going. IN the fireplace, thankfully. Now my shred pile is about to spill out of its box.

I have bolloxed up another bid. There were unforeseens, but now I have to contact the client and propose courses of action, and my brain is just a screaming negative voice that I can't do this.

I want to know how I'm suddenly getting lots of mail with Hubby's name on it at my new place. The health ads must be hooked into either the hospital or my doctor's office, we had a joint setup at AARP so they must have received the address change through whatever nefarious networks they have, heck, my college may be selling my new address, they picked it up fast. I just wish the NRA would follow through on their threats of Final Notice!

I'm waiting for my antibiotic to be filled. Mom was going to drop it off and forgot and didn't realize until o called her because they didn't have th3 prescription.

The most annoying lady was around. She barged in front of the line saying she was seeing if he prescription was ready. When. I said something she always surprised "I'm here to pick up!!" Like everyone in the line.

I got mad and walked off before I could swear. I came back and she was pulling stuff out of her cart to get ring ip.

Then she paid with a check.

Waited until the end to fill any of it out and sign it.

I do pay for stuff at the pharmacy counter that isn't a prescription, but I limit it to 2 or 3 things, not a cart full, because it drives me batshit crazy when someone picks up their prescription and then has a cart full of stuff, too. I feel like the pharmacy counter should be the equivalent of the "8 items or fewer" lane at the grocery store.

The technician who performed my echocardiogram said, after emphasizing that she's not a cardiologist, that my valve appears to be a normal factory-issued tricuspid valve. But the actual cardiologist will still have to read it and send the results to my primary-care physician.

So I'm tentatively optimistic, pending confirmation.

I wish the clerks would send people like that to the end of the line, askye. I get that they don't want to be confrontational, but it isn't fair to the polite. I'm getting more vocal when I see stuff like that.

Yay for normal valves! Glad they said something, if there is any doubt they keep quiet.