Had it not been for the fact that I had to get a new prescription for morphine, I would have rescheduled whatever it was I had to go into Vegas for. Just because I didn’t want to go. Period. It was rescheduled from last month because the doctor who sees me for the neck was out of town, so I couldn’t let it go. It was already four months.
Now, of course, I would like some Pink Drink, but there is none to be had. And I want my mommie.
Thanks, though. I appreciate the condolences. *hug*
I have to go to the Stewardship Committee meeting tonight (because I’m vice-chairwoman and secretary ...), but I’d rather go to bed. At least I don’t have to drive Tom to school: Bill came home early with the car.