Another Sunday at CVS

Maybe it was the nap I took yesterday.  It all seemed to go by so fast between my oil change, the poor dog that got her chain wrapped up on my neighbor's tree and seeing a touch of humanity in the monster.

If I was even 2 minutes late for my oil change, it wouldn't have made a difference because there was a line of cars waiting for the doors to open when I pulled up 4 minutes to 8.  I waited patiently as cars moved forward and I got a good laugh at some guy getting out of his car and wanting to know what's taking some long.  Go to Valvoline jerk.  Or go sit in your car like the rest of us.

I was done within 40 minutes.  My car looks good. Well, it ought to after getting bitch slapped by a semi.  I hope that driver has chronic diarrhea for the rest of his life.  I know I shouldn't assume it was a man.  Women can drive pretty stupid too, but if it was a woman, same wish.  Happy that my car was fine.  Not real happy about the bill for it but onward and upward I go.

I guess you could say that I have a play date tomorrow after work. I am meeting with Corinne and her husband who will be here for maybe a day.  She needs to pick up paperwork for her sister. I think it's so they can travel to Canada for some sight seeing tour they want to do.  Not sure if they plan on doing it after they leave Milwaukee, just so happy to see her tomorrow.  She wants me to bring my mom and my mom is psyched too to meet them.  I know she'll want to steal their dogs, but that's ok.  I have to find the location of where they're parking when they get here tomorrow afternoon.  It'll be nice to see them both.  I met her husband maybe 13 years ago when he came here for a visit.  I think I might need subtitles with him, he talks so fast that I had to keep saying what?  What?  I love the accent.  

I worked up the courage to wish my old friend Meena a happy birthday when it was official last week.  I am really proud of her.  She did have it hard for a long time and there have been things that have happened to her in the time we didn't talk that were bad and I'm so glad she preserved over them.  She's a fighter and I'm so happy to see her son doing well.  I really liked talking to him better than the adults when I had my failed attempt at a candle party.  

My mom and I watched Tim Walz's appearance on Jimmy Kimmel. I don't care that he misspeaks.  He's not a liar.  His words sometimes get messed up and I can relate to that.  I had a good laugh when he said he hoped to wake up with Madam President on November 6th.  Oh, Tim.  I hope Gwen approves of that.  He's a good human.  Jimmy Kimmel goes for the jugular with Donald Trump with the insults. I enjoyed it.  I may have to watch him once in awhile. 

Today, I am glad that I don't have any appointments. I don't think I miss having regular appointments for my hair or to get my nails done on the weekend. I like being a free agent.  I missed getting to walk the hill yesterday.

I will do that today and figure out which book I want to listen to while I walk.  I'll be Shopkicking at CVS scanning Depends products.  It seems to be on my list for the weekend.  Sexy way to meet someone, I know.  

Have a good day good humans.  

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