So those of you that have read the
will now get the REST of the story of yesterday.
Up in the AM,
finished these crocks for an order,
after a lovely, brisk,
freezing your butt off
3 mile walk in below freezing conditions.
are we going to do this all winter?
Then pack up my painting gear,
pick-up my MIL,
drop off my MIL at dialysis,
off to paint this.
Some of you will remember the beginning of this a few weeks back.
Still have lots to go,
but done until after Christmas.
Making good time on that project,
I thought that I would have enough time to take back the jacket to
pick up the
cell phone case at the
I picked up my MIL.
So the time line.
Park at the Verizon Store
Leave my phone,
(Other issues also than just a case)
Bag in Hand.
in the door get in line
Wait, you have to go to another line to get another paper.
Get in that line.
Until I have an anonymous blog, I won't go into details about that Wallyville
lest you all think that I am insensitive
I will tell you that he smelled so bad that I had my sleeve up over my nose.
No cause for smelling that bad.
Get my other paper,
Back in the other line.
Is it me, or does it seem like everyone just wants to chit chat with the Walmart employees today?
I have to pick my MIL up at 1:00!!!
So I am down to one person in front of me.
The old people bus pulls up.
It was like a parade of
they all came between me and the counter
where I was now next.
the bottom of the receipt is missing.
The bar code.
So they will have to give me store credit.
Other than the time
It is now 12:45.
Which is in the car, parked by the Verizon Store.
Reach in my pocket,
as I am running
to the car.
I left them lay on the counter at the Verizon store.
Into the Verizon Store
the lady tries to explain the problem with my phone.
we'll talk later,
Grab my GREEN phone,
to the car,
get my license
back to Wallyville
I am THIRD in line.
Looking at the clock
on my GREEN phone.
I finally get to the counter,
get MY Wallyville card,
wrap $20 of my money in the receipt and
back to the car.
Drive to the dialysis center and pull in at
Longest half hour of my life?
it was the NEXT half hour.
She was not done until 1:30.
why the panic?
Apparently you have never been late
to pick up an
Back home, get my MIL delivered,
painting stuff back in the house.
Get my car,
Back to work,
did I mention he is sick?
(Really, a sick husband should evoke even more sympathy to my plight)
I finish the day.
supper and some GREEN phone discussion.
And time to rest.
and make this.
I already had the circles cut and
it is going out
I hope that she likes it!