Day Two of Freedom has been a bit slow. I've only cleaned up in the kitchen, found my coutertops and ran a load of dishes.
I'm hesitant to do much more before my 2:45 doc's appointment to have my lady parts checked! This yearly exam thing is really too much - I mean - if we can do AIDS home tests why can't we be given a q-tip and a "beautiful" paper gown to wear at home and just mail it in? Really - why can't the gyno have a drive thru? Cindy and I have been discussing this for the past few days and we've decided that the doc is really just a middle man (or woman) who's there just to laugh at us in drafty gowns. Hmph.
I got my car back yesterday - this was the second time that it's been put in for 4 wheel drive malfunctions!
Harry took it in a few weeks ago and was given this to drive:
I took it in yesterday and was given this:
"Hey, babe! I'm driving a Titan!" I squealed into my pink cell phone as I drove down Route 60.
"It's a Tie-ton - not a Tit- on," he explained.
"It's a truck! I'm driving a truck!"
"How come they give you a big truck to drive and they gave me a freakin' Malibu?" he whined.
"I don't know - but I like it!"
Hee hee - Harry turns 27 tomorrow! Be sure to leave a comment wishing him well since he reads my blog every day (mainly looking for stuff that he said "you better not blog about this!").