04-19-2009, 04:14 AM
[COLOR="Purple"]Today was a day for recovery from Friday... or so I hoped...
Friday I had to do an 8 hour fast for blood tests. NPTL (nothing past the lips) was no problem was no problem for the tummy but OMG, I really need my pills and espresso to help me thru the first couple hours of the day... I was soooo irritated and a real mess... and just wanted to guzzle my double espresso I had brought with me to the blood-letting room... and the place was nearly empty but it took FOREVER to get me into a room...
Got back into the car with dad... figured it was better to get a lift in the car than ride the bicycle all weak and lightheaded and PISSED... soooooo next went to City Hall to pay some property taxes... Man, this shit is HIGH!!! Get to the counter and the woman asks for double what I calculated. WTF, Oh, there were two taxes, one for the city and one for the county... OK!!! UGH!!!
Next to grocery shopping... and the bank... got a ton of cash out (hehehe) and some amazing food... Get the car all filled up. Dad just turned 83 and is in pretty good condition. Gas is nearly free with all the shopping we do so he appreciates that... we check all around us for traffic and pulled out and just tapped the parked car in front of us. Now isnt that what bumpers are for???
The owner was in the car and starts screaming... dad is all frazzled and finally finds a place to pull into... his bumper was painted black and the tiniest dot was rubbed off.... a magic marker would have fixed the spot but we paid him off...
AGAIN, WHAT ARE BUMPERS FOR???[/COLOR]
Friday I had to do an 8 hour fast for blood tests. NPTL (nothing past the lips) was no problem was no problem for the tummy but OMG, I really need my pills and espresso to help me thru the first couple hours of the day... I was soooo irritated and a real mess... and just wanted to guzzle my double espresso I had brought with me to the blood-letting room... and the place was nearly empty but it took FOREVER to get me into a room...
Got back into the car with dad... figured it was better to get a lift in the car than ride the bicycle all weak and lightheaded and PISSED... soooooo next went to City Hall to pay some property taxes... Man, this shit is HIGH!!! Get to the counter and the woman asks for double what I calculated. WTF, Oh, there were two taxes, one for the city and one for the county... OK!!! UGH!!!
Next to grocery shopping... and the bank... got a ton of cash out (hehehe) and some amazing food... Get the car all filled up. Dad just turned 83 and is in pretty good condition. Gas is nearly free with all the shopping we do so he appreciates that... we check all around us for traffic and pulled out and just tapped the parked car in front of us. Now isnt that what bumpers are for???
The owner was in the car and starts screaming... dad is all frazzled and finally finds a place to pull into... his bumper was painted black and the tiniest dot was rubbed off.... a magic marker would have fixed the spot but we paid him off...
AGAIN, WHAT ARE BUMPERS FOR???[/COLOR]
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