I schlepped my ass all the way to the doctor this morning for some labs, because yes, my doctor is giving away free Labs, and you know if that were true I'd go.
No. I was supposed to have labwork done. "Okay, but can I get in right at 8:00?" I asked. "I have to be at work at 8:30." Sure, they said.
7:52 I got there and the door was locked. Frowny emoticon. 7:58 a nurse walked in. "I'd let you in, but I don't have a key." Finally, someone had a key. "Our internet is down and no one's in the lab yet. So just go on back there and wait."
I waited in a dark hallway till 8:05, and I'm sorry if it makes me a horseshoe-haircut, lemme-speak-to-the-manager type, but I left.
So now I'm home with 10 minutes to blog at you, and it always makes Faithful Rdr Paula nervous when I say that, as she feels like she has to read in a hurry.
Today someone's coming to give my house a bath, and on Monday he's gonna paint this bitch. This is not something I can precisely, you know, afford at present, but it has to be done so that my house doesn't look sad. Truthfully, my house really is the cutest on the block, and I hate to brag but it is. Okay, maybe Peg's is as cute as mine. We rule the block. Still. I want to keep its 50s-ranch splendor. Look, it's not a mansion, but it's mine. Like, 10% mine. Shut up, bank.
Oh, who's this? A cat. Guess I'll keep it.
Also, it's time for The Changing of the Purses. I'm finally 100% happy with my winter bag, but my summer bag leaves something to be desired. I require a pocket out front to hold my phone, and a compartment inside for migraine meds, and also it has to be a delightful color such as pale blue or pink.
As it stands, I have a seafoam bag I like but it's not big enough. Story of MY life.
Someone is coming NEXT week to talk back yard grass. Mostly he said it's useless because of the big tree. So we're discussing options. Maybe I should sell all these animals and move to a teensy apartment.
I love it when she does something perky like run through the yard. I took those through the screen door, hence that it resembles a paparazzi shot. You know, my pictures are rarely blurry anymore, but does anyone say that? Nooooo. When they used to be blurry, oh, you couldn't get ENOUGH of mentioning THAT. But now? Clear. And compliments? None. Damn, Daniel.
I have to get to work. Remind me to tell you all about the Edsel/Lily fight, though. They seem to have gotten past it now, but things were ugly for a minute.