- As said by Sarah to Judy at around 7 pm earlier this evening. It has been one of those days...
I entered my doctor's office at 5:30 tonight for a 5:45 appointment. I made it into the room about an hour later... humiliation and hilarity ensued...
The bulk of this post (over 3K words--yes, I can go on...) has been deleted. I didn't erase it when told it was "too graphic" and "too sad." The deletion occurred 17 seconds after friends from work located this cheesy blog and started rooting around. There are some things that are too personal, I've found...
I'll keep the end:
John and I had decided to have a nice dinner after the whole debacle this evening. Time to relax. Obviously, we haven't had much time for that lately. I ordered a cocktail and took a sip to find the glass was broken. There was actually glass floating in it. John asked the waitress for a new drink for me and she huffed and brought back a new glass which was clearly my old cocktail poured into it.
I brought my issue to the bar where the bartender graciously apologized for the situation, threw out the glass in a big show, and poured me a new cocktail. Double on the vodka. Nice.
It was at this point that Sarah proclaimed via cell phone that there was a piano out to get me and I had to get home immediately. We took the train. And now we're here.
We came home to a letter from our mortgage-holder saying it’s received a cancellation notice from our insurance provider. Apparently the home we live in is presently "vacant." Lovely. Now I have to deal with this even though I straightened this out with the insurance company two weeks ago (at the onset of mercury in retrograde) .
John just called from the other room: "I think I have a headache."
"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," I respond, displaying a bedside manner not found in many from the medical profession.
"Take an Excedrin," I say. "They'll work on headaches. For other things... not so much."
