I have nothing planned today. Nothing except sitting around and bleeding half to death. I told the Evil Twin that I hoped no one called a forensics team on me today because they might suspect there's been a murder. There has been: My dignity, each and every month for the last 28 years (aside from the times I was pregnant/nursing).
Anywho: my day yesterday was fun (in case you missed it, that was sarcasm you heard). I went to see the doctor. There has been some concern about my blood pressure, but it hasn't been determined if it's high because of my anxiety or high because I have a problem.
That's where the blood work from yesterday came into play, but he also suggested that I should get a home blood pressure thingy-doo to keep an eye on things.
After I returned home, I found one on Amazon and ordered it. It was cheap enough, has all the bells and whistles and the Evil Twin and I can both use it, if necessary.
After my doctor's appointment, we headed to the cabinet supply place. I dragged in my two children and a heavy ass lazy susan door (in the rain) and was told that they don't carry "Grass" brand hinges. Even though the Evil Twin had spoken to a gentleman the day before who told him that they DID carry Grass brand hinges.
The Evil Twin said that he asked the guy his name, so his "wife would know who to ask for". The guy said, "She can ask for anyone to help her. I won't be here tomorrow." And never did give his name.
At this point, I'm starting to get a little perturbed and I tell them I've driven from Saint Albans because we were told, specifically, that they did in fact carry "Grass" hinges.
A few guys came and looked at the door and the hardware I had brought along for identification purposes. One guy even brought a different brand out and said that he thought that one would work. They sold me two and I was on my merry way.
Meanwhile, it is after 1 pm and I still had not had a bite to eat since 10 pm the night before. After my blood work, I did drink some water and take my morning pills, but that was it.
The kids and I got off the Cross Lanes exit and I drove thru the Wendy's and grabbed some eats. Then, we drove on to the Car Inspection place.
I go inside and tell the guy I spoke to the day before that I was there for an inspection and he tells me it'll be another hour before they can get to me. I say, "I've got two kids in the car - can I set up a time, like today while I'm in Cross Lanes?" and he says, "3:45". That was an hour and a HALF after I had arrived (when he'd first said an hour)...
Okay, we eat our lunch in the van and I figure while I'm in Cross Lanes, I'll hit the Kroger there and then just go to the one in St. Albans after the Evil Twin gets home to pick up my (now) two prescriptions - besides, we could kill some time in the grocery store.
I shop and get everything I need - when I sat in the van, I could sense that my feminine hygiene product was starting to mutiny on me. There was no way I was going back in the Kroger to use their restrooms.
I had also noticed that Sissy's jeans shorts had a wet spot on the back of them when I had put her in the car seat.
I know how she is about changes that take place either in a strange bathroom or in the van.
I look at the clock. 3:00pm. 45 more minutes until Car Inspection place can see us.
I think, "Fuck it, fuck it all to hell - I'm going home." And, so about 20 minutes later, I'm pulling into my own driveway.
I get the kids inside the house and use the restroom quickly, then go to unload the van. One bag rips and the contents hit the driveway. It's a package that contains: bacon, ground beef and my bottle of wine. Guess which one of those things doesn't survive hitting the concrete?
The only one that mattered, people - the wine! Busted and now running all over the driveway. I got all the other groceries inside and went back out to hose off the spill spot (so it doesn't dry and become a sticky mess).
After the Evil Twin got home, I flew to my local Kroger for my prescriptions and I picked up more wine. So, the day ended well after all.
Also, my really cute Naot Paris sandals arrived and they're perfect. I had also ordered the Evil Twin an apron to use while grilling (it's DE-luxe) and that arrived too. He loves it!
What's that saying? All's well that ends well? All was well by the time my head (and Phil Spector-like hair, from all the humidity) hit the pillow. I feel SO much better today (except that female trouble bidness).
At least I can stay at home and be miserable with that today. HUMP DAY!