After our move, I wasn’t able to access my blog because the link would redirect me to my ISP’s website. I thought it would be something complicated to fix but tonight I tried clearing the cache and lo’ and behold, it worked!
My next post will be a recap of the last 3 weeks since moving from the ghetto to the ‘burbs!
*On a side note, K is trying to explain and “act out” the Rush song “Tom Sawyer” to his Mom on the phone. Pretty entertaining.
Across the street from my place at 4:30 yesterday afternoon! 2 guys beating up another guy with a board from a fence… 7 days til we move!!
Cartman sang it best:
Random message I sent to Cee:
Had a dream last night that a woman at work walked into the room just as I was about to scissor with some chick LOL
damn. cock blocked even in dreams
Home alone & someone just tried to get into my apartment again. Don’t know if it was that same drunk guy that tried before. Waited until they stopped trying to get their key in the door then I went and locked the deadbolt… Did I mention I can’t wait to leave this place?? 13 daaayyyyss…
Had a weird experience at the pharmacy yesterday. I’ve been struggling to quit smoking for YEARS (other than the time I did quit for 2 years which was 2 years ago) and it’s getting out of control.
I’m not able to use the nicotine patch, the gum doesn’t cut it and the side effects of popular drugs used for smoking cessation kind of freak me out so, when I saw an ad on TV for the Nicorette Quickmist (nicotine spray!) I figured it was worth a shot. (I can see me getting totally hooked on that little canister but we’ll cross that bridge later…)
Anyway! The pharmacist! I’m waiting at the counter because they don’t keep certain items on the general shelves. Another lady is waiting to pick up her prescription but the pharmacist is in the back room. He comes out and is walking kind of slow, I got a fleeting thought that he seemed a little out of it but didn’t pay too much attention. After he assists the lady he asks what he can help me with so I asked for the Nicorette Quickmist and he takes a box of generic Gravol off the shelf and hands it to me. I repeat what I wanted and he said, “This will help. Thank you. Bye.” and walks away.
Giving him the benefit of the doubt, I thought maybe he really DID misunderstand me so I piped up and said, “No, I wanted the NICORETTE QUICKMIST. Second shelf from the bottom on the far right.”
He goes over to it and points and says, “Oh this… You don’t need it. Just take that, it will help. Thank you. Bye.” And walks away!!!! And this guy is the head pharmacist/owner.
At this point I was completely blown away, like “What just happened?” The whole time he was moving and talking kind of slowly so I’m convinced he was on something. I left the gravol on the counter and walked out.
My BFF said I should have DEMANDED he give me what I asked for, and she’s probably right but at that point I was just speechless and kind of weirded out so I went to another pharmacy and had no issues!
Either he was on something or he thought I was 12. In which case, he could have asked for ID. But I’m going with the first one.
People are strange.
K was a couple of minutes late picking me up from work today and I noticed he came from a different direction than usual.
When I got in the car he said, “Did you see me take off? I saw an Aston Martin DB9 go by and I had to get a better look.”
Me: “Huh! Now I know where I really stand with you!”
K: “I love you more than a DB9…”
…and what I imagined him thinking….
“But I see you every day Punim!”
The object of my husband’s affection…