TUESDAY

Tues was a nice, quiet day.  Well, it would have been quiet if the kids were gone, but it was a day with out ANY appointments.

I was outside when I remember how silly it was that Shu knew the date yesterday… HOLD UP- DID SHE SAY YESTERDAY WAS THE 14TH??! -Oh, wait- shit what time is it?  12:27?  Today’s the 15???

I ran to my calander.  Dread set in.  I have missed MY OWN Dr’s appt by 27 mother f’ing minutes.  I had been on the waiting list for this Dr for 2 months when I decided to call to see how much more waiting would be required.  Then I missed the damn appointment.

Worst part is getting “a-talkin-to” from the gal that scheduals appointments on how if I missed another I would be kicked out of the neurology patients who are patient club.

Good news was that she was going to give me 1 last chance.  On the 14th.

of August.  Sweet.

WEDNESDAY

Nothing much to report here except my husband was in our room while I was getting ready to, I don’t know… go somewhere, I guess.  I pulled my spanx up & already knew there would be something coming out of his mouth about my dearest friend.

I’ll be the 1st to admit that I’m a bit protective of my spanx.

“Do you wear those things every time you leave the house?”

I growled at him, “You’re…just…jealous.”

“…of your spanx?  Why?”

“You’re just jealous that they get more ass from me than you do.”

then I don’t remember what happened after that.