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.
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.