The Day Started With a Headache

Did I mention that I found the perfect -- for now -- lunchbag the other day? It's here. It's made of neoprene and you can stuff a lot of stuff into it, and the ladies in my lunch group oohed and aahed. They also make a wine carrier, which I think I will get the ILs for Christmas. (I am not much of a drinker, and because of meds I'm on now, I don't drink at all, but when we had dinner with them a few weeks ago, there were just wine bottles in bags coming out everywhere, so I know they'll get good use of this.)

So here's the fun thing I did when I got home from school today *giggle*: I started packing. But just a little. I took out the bags I'm going to use and pretty much just put toiletries and that stuff in them, the stuff that I keep in a bag for when I travel, like a travel toothbrush, a little alarm clock, like that. You would think that I travel all the time and need to be ready on the spur of the moment, but I pretty much started doing this when I would go on the senior class trip every year. And now it's all for DisneyWorld. Oh boy oh boy oh boy.

I finally got the doctor's appointment I needed today, which I did by going to the doctor's office in person. This phone thing was just not working out for me. I found out that the new podiatrist is not someone I went to high school with, although someone I did go to high school with and who has the same name did become a podiatrist. (This man I'm going to see is in his sixties and is semi-retired.) The other thing is that he only has office hours on Fridays, and only from 9 to 1. Hmm. So I guess next Friday I'm taking my first sick day for this year. I could take only a half day off in the morning -- I got the 9.00 that day -- but I also have an appointment at 3.00 with the butt doctor (it's coming along, thanks for asking, LA), which I could get to if I left school in a big hurry at the end of the day. But you know what? I remembered that the Chum is coming home from Maine on Sunday, so I emailed her and said if she wants to meet for lunch that day, I'll take the whole day. Hey, it's not like I'm not actually going to two doctor's appointments that day.

The little freshmen are still annoying (but individually, mostly sweet) and I still have 100 cards to go. And I won't be there tomorrow because I have an all-day meeting at the central office. (If any of you would like to call me in sick for that, the number is ...) I spoke to one of the administrators about the cards this afternoon, and I forgot that this is the guy who always infuriates me and knows how to do my job better than I do. He didn't get to me today, but he thinks it's brilliant when he comes up with a new approach that I gave up years ago because it didn't work.

And then K called me around 2.00 to say that the A/C wasn't working in her car, and her professor (that she works for) gave her an impossible task, and this, and that, and she was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and I said "Uh huh ... uh huh ... oh, I'm so sorry," and inside I'm thinking "Oh god, I want to hang up the phone!" Yes, I know her car is falling apart, but the Hubs gets the next one, and then she gets his, which she really, really wants, actually. Anyway, she called me at home around 4.00 and things were much better, as in, she was a lot calmer. So that was nice.

The Hubs has actually started to look for a car. Yes, we are all astonished. Did I say this part (I don't think so): on the ride home from seeing his folks over Labor Day weekend, he said he had driven a friend's Mercedes, and it was really nice. And I thought, well, that'll just about kill me, having to figure out how to pay for a fucking Mercedes (because he has no idea whatsoever what money we have, or more precisely, do not have), and I knew he was going to start looking for a car, but I had no idea what he wanted. The the next weekend, he went. What's he looking for? A gently used Toyota RAV4 or Honda CRV. ** extremely deep sigh of relief ** Still, I knew the time would come when we would have to replace all our cars at once, and it would have been nice if he had bought a car three years ago when I had the money just sitting in the bank. But foolish me, I spent it on college tuition since then.

If I had no children, I would be a very wealthy woman. I don't know what I'd spend it on, since I spend most of it on them, but you get my drift. But of course, my children are the best part of it all, so I'm not really complaining. Well, only that I don't want K to call me and complain when she's having a bad day.

And now the Hubs and his sought-after 1991 Oldsmobile with the missing side-trim are home.

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