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That really stinks.
Back from the church festival. Frank and Kathleen were getting pretty tired, also I ran out of money. We stopped at Harris Teeter for some wine and pretzels.
Nice weather for it, as well as Tom and Elen’s campout and DP and Bill’s trip to Myrtle Beach.
I’m so disgusted with this whole MRI-epidural thing I could drink half a box of pink drink if I had some, and still walk away upright. But that wasn’t in the budget this time. By the time I bought the necessary foods and paid for the non-existent MRI, I didn’t have enough to indulge my finer side.
This would be a good day for it, too. I brought two loads of laundry with me when I came over to Busdaddy’s to go look at dogs, and one is almost dry while the other is almost done with the wash cycle. I will take the second load home wet and hang it up because I can.
And finally, after four months of looking at dogs and getting nowhere, he finally tells me what he wants in a dog and why. *grrrrr*
Then contemplate my navel for the duration. *grumpy*