Solution : Long Hot bubble bath with soothing music.
.........and maybe a cocktail? Dunno...)
OK, I know I am setting myself up again, especially with you.
I did get four boxes from the supermarket. The checker, Cynthia, said that it would make more sense to put them on the bottom of my cart, and she had the kid move them.
I told her that I really needed them in my cart so I wouldn't forget them. Oh, she says, don't worry, I'll have so-and-so walk you to the car.
Guess where those boxes are now? Yeah, I don't know, either.
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On trash day smile sweetly at that
BIG nice looking dude down the street and beg him to
roll the can to the street for you.
I read my garbage packet again. All I need is a doctor's note, and THEY have to come up the mountain, a/k/a my driveway, then drag it down, have that big "arm thing" comes down, and then they have to bring it back up.
Ya think I can get a doctor's note? I'll ask the mechanic to write one.
Wow, you are a problem-solver.
You are also too sensible for me.
I like a little "crazy" - ya know?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RwQn8mXKwJw
If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.