My bed is calling me. It says “Sweet nothingness awaits you here! Come drool on my pillows and know bliss!”
I’m slightly disturbed that it’s talking to me, but as long as it says nothing about cookies, I’m down with the overall message.
Cookies. I baked five different kinds of cookies for eight different teachers. Figure half a dozen of each kind for each teacher. That’s… five times eight times six is… TOO MANY FREAKING COOKIES. Honestly, I have the biggest sweet tooth around, and after a solid day and a half of rotating cookies sheets in and out of the oven and preparing gift baskets I am actually nauseous at the thought of even LOOKING at any more cookies.
Then again, I may just be nauseous in general. I had my third chiroquactor adjustment today and I’m telling you, the sandals are bad mojo. Today’s tie wasn’t quite so hideous but those SANDALS with the dress clothes are just a harbinger of doom. The appointment itself wasn’t too bad, but this afternoon my neck starting spasming and by early evening I was nursing a migraine. Maybe it was from slaving over the cookies, but I’m going to insist it was the sandals.
Oh, one more thing before I go.
If you use the Target pharmacy, you’re probably familiar with their new ClearRx system. It involves RED pill bottles (because the standard amber plastic was just so passe) with a colored band around the neck. You can pick a color for each member of your family, and then every prescription you get always has your colored band on the bottle. This is supposed to cut down on possible confusion if, say, you don’t know how to read your name on the label.
Anyway, I picked up refill prescriptions for the kids a couple of days ago. That went smoothly. Chickadee is yellow and Monkey is green. The bottles were tagged correctly. And both children continue to be annoyed at me for hogging purple as my band color.
Today I picked up a refill of my hormone patches. For things that don’t come in bottles, instead of a neck band you get a colored sticker on the package. So my little purple box of patches usually has a purple sticker, too.
But not today! Nope, today my hormone patches had a GREEN sticker. I didn’t notice until I got home. Poor Monkey; I just don’t think all that extra estrogen is going to agree with him.