Heh, good one!
I’m waiting for DP to get home from the cardiologist and tell me if he’s going on the Cub Scout campout. It will be fine either way, but I can’t plan the weekend for 20 people (that’s including the Spanish choir ;-) if I don’t know.
Ah, he just texted. The doctor diagnosed stress (duh) and told him to go camping.
I think it will do DP a world of good to go camping, but I’m no doctor. I just know camping is good for the soul.
Walgreen’s sent me an email saying I have another prescription waiting to be refilled, and it’s the one for my neck. Never rains but it pours.
Nothing on my truck registration, yet, so I emailed the DMV, asking wha’ hoppen?
And State Farm sent me a quote that is almost $20 less than what I’m paying now for vehicle insurance.
And I just opened the last packet of crackers to eat with my tuna salad.
My nose is running, the wind is blowing, and I’m thinking inside is a good place to be.