It's nice to be home.
I went out to try to get stuff done with only partial success.
The dog needed his shots, and I wanted to switch vets, so done... he's all innoculated.
I needed to pick up a replacement credit card.
That wasn't as easy.
In the end, it seems the credit card was returned to the credit card company and will be re-sent to me next week.
oh well.
In other news, it is now noon and I haven't had any ice cream. that's a record for the week, I think!
I don't know how I got so deeply addicted, but I just never stop thinking about ice cream. And I couldn't be stuck on something cheap... no, it's gotta be the Minter Wonderland (Ben & Jerry's) I swear they slip some amazing drug into there that makes it hyper-addictive.
My cold is still bad, so I'm going to go back to bed and sleep it out a bit more and hope for less crazy dreams this time. (I had a dream that I was hitting someone with a hammer and making slurpees on Yom Kippur, while washing my dog with blue laundry soap, which I also accidentally fed him in his yogurt. Surprisingly, I woke up and found that the dog is not only not blue, but he's still unwashed as well...)
Shabbat Shalom all,
t.c.
2 comments:
I suppose that if I told you that we all find it very helpful to avoid dairy products when we have colds, especially ice cream, you would want to slap me.
Laura: I would want to, but I would restrain myself. :)
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