Tuesday with a touch of mean girls

I have a feeling the lurker will come off of mute today and try to boss us.  And she'll bring her little friend Regina.

If that's the case, I'll go on mute. I don't want to hear it.  All you do is insult and bully people. 

If they're on mute, I'm really ok with that.  I don't know what to say anymore when it comes to the group because I might as well be talking to myself.

Makes me feel like I'm selling shoes again with the competitive nature.  If that was the case, where's my 25% off discount?

My mom had the news on her laptop for most of the day and got tired of it.  Well so did I.  It is tiresome listening to what the grifter in charge is doing.  We got a mean girl running the show and it sucks.  I turned on John Oliver to make her laugh a little.

Meanwhile, I got a bill the other day for the labwork done earlier this month.  $17 isn't bad.  It's just add one more to the pile.  I think that kind of made me feel a little blue yesterday.  Everyone is going on vacation and I'm getting more bills.  Awesome.  And feeling thankful each day when I don't get a call from the cancer center to reschedule my appointment.  I keep checking my email.  No new messages and no new calls.  At least it might get pushed out a month or two and well, that's ok.  

I might have hope to find my cream too. I found the gift card my niece got me at Christmas for Target and got a compatible phone charger that will work in the car.  Yesterday was little glitches day with figuring out the phone.  I'll return the old phone to the T-Mobile store near Bayshore and get that squared away.  It's probably good that I keep it for a week to figure out any snafus.  At some point, I was going to have to get a new one.  

I look forward to August coming at the end of the week.  There's still hot weather but I always feel a little hopeful we're getting closer to the cooler weather.  I hope it does cool down. I don't know if I was that angry at lunchtime to go for a walk to the store.  I got over being angry with the excessive sweating when I came back.  I didn't realize it was 92.  I don't know why thinking it would be 88 was better.  I took my car to Target to Shopkick and get a compatible phone charger for the car.  

I can't contain the excitement in my life.  Ah, summer blues.  

I hope the good humans have a good day.  

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