Okay. Here's what I'm going to do:
1) Listen to Reader Don's advice and get the little husband to top off my brake fluid in the master cylinder doohickey. Cheaper than the mechanic. And chances are little husband will maybe do it. Thank you Reader Don!
2) Not call the insurance agent because I think the little husband might like having me around. Who would do his laundry and heat up a frozen pizza for him if I'm gone?
3) Call the doctor to talk about sleep apnea. I'm going to find a way to not go to the sleep study center. They're a pain! Not physical. Just annoying. I know several people who've done them and let me tell you, I'd just be spending a night, not sleeping, with electrodes stuck all over me. Tossing and turning and tearing them out, while the tech would come in and yell at me all damn night long. Those sleep study centers are famous for their yelling techs. Could be the late shift hours they keep and their lack of sleep. I hear there's a way to do a test at home. Or perhaps if I bring the little husband to the doctor with me, he can testify that I need the mask. The doctor has a closet full of drug samples, he must have one cpap in there.
Thank you for your advice and ideas. Love ya mean it.
I took my seestor to her post-surgery appointment yesterday. Are you aware that women who have rotator cuff surgery can't get their bras on? And so their seestor has to take them out in public with their girls loose. Had I known this, I'd have never volunteered to take her.
She's a funny one, my seestor. You kids would get a kick out of her. Her being a one-eyed cyclops with her boobs on the loose and all.
Okay. She's got two eyes but one of them doesn't work so well. It kind of goes where it wants to. Just like her boobs yesterday.
You might think I'm mean, being so callous about the Unieyeballer. But remember this, Monster Under the Bed.
I've finally forgiven my mom. One day I'll forgive old One-Eye too. I just have to get over my own hysterical blindness after yesterday's Free Boob Tour.
I took her to the new grocery store. I think by this point, I was amusing myself by seeing how many public places I could unleash her boobs. I'd tell you how impressed she was and how she committed to shopping there forevermore, but that might jeapordize her current job at the corporate office of the hoity toity grocery store.
Time to clean up. Frame Shop day. Here's my work goal: Not make the mailman blush and almost knock over the UPS guy while trying to run from something I said. Oh wait. Phone just rang. Mr. Frame Shop. I'm going in later this afternoon instead. More time to go back to sleep!
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