I am really glad that the Evil Twin and I went to the grocery store yesterday - we had to pick up all the remaining supplies we would need for next week's trip to Disney World! That's a whole lot of shopping right there. It was a big load of shit.
I'm also glad because today, I will spend the day on the phone. The Evil Twin's insurance changed slightly back in July, only no one notified ME (the insurance person) of the changes.
See, Buddy had his yearly check up with his - and the only pediatric opththalmologist in town - eye doctor. He HAS to see an opthtalmologist because of his prematurity. His vision is listed as a MEDICAL problem, not just an everyday type of situation. We don't have just regular vision insurance - that and dental are separate policies that we have to pay extra for. And, really it's cheaper to pay out of pocket for general stuff.
Anwyay, as USUAL, I got a bill on SATURDAY for $150 for that appointment with a note saying it's not covered under the plan. It has been covered for years and now???
So, today, the person the insurance company wishes death upon will call back to slay the dragon (the insurance company). I tell them "Why, yes, I DO have all day. Isn't that convenient?"
I'm not trying to scam them out of anything. So don't think I feel entitled to have this service covered - it always has been and still should be because it's a medical problem. Also, I am very glad and lucky that we do have insurance too, but get frustrated by all the red tape! (I just wanted to clear that up, not that anyone said anything, but I was writing in a hurry this morning and wanted to add those points in).
This is my sad, pathetic boring blog - I AM SO GLAD someone let me know that!
For the love of Pete, Anonymous in Louisville Kentucky, thank you for telling me my blog was boring. And, for also letting me know that you thought "someone should let me know."
You know what I think? I think you are a mother fucking coward to post an anonymous comment on a month old post.
You're pretty clever there, Ms/Mr. Anonydouche.
If you think it's boring, offensive or you don't like my cleavage shots, then DON'T LET THE MOUSE HIT YOUR ASS ON THE WAY OUT! (the cleavage shots line was for Ms/Mr. Seattle Washington who anonymously asked about whether Buddy might be ashamed of his mother posting pictures of her cleavage - GASP! - it's skin! Next time, y'all might get a shot of my elbow!)
Obviously, I'm full of the PMS and hatred this morning, so I'll end this here. Pray for me as I make multiple phone calls this morning. Sheesh.