Cripes

What a whirlwind of a few days it has been. If I never get stuck in the mud again, it will be too soon. I did however get some fancy Muck boots-they may be the most expensive shoes I own, which is a sad state of affairs in its own right.

Barry fixed my computer last week by replacing the top of it--my mouse pad and mouse clickers had gone berserk. It was swell. I could actually put my cursor where I wanted it some time close to the time I wanted it. Then last nite, it just quit again.

Ugh.

So I snuck out today during my ten hour work day and bought a little mouse to plug in, and forgot to check to make sure it had a USB port. When I finally got home at almost 9 pm, I realized it did not work. Great. Bout that time, Dad called to tell me something and of course, I went off like a fruit loop. He ended up going to get me a new mouse, and thank you Lord, it works. I was on the verge of just curling up in the floor and crying.

While he was here, I was opening the mail and found what I thought was a bill from the OB/Gyn. No bill. It was a letter saying I had bad test results, so I have to go back and get some biopsy thing. Well isnt that a nice invitation. Im sure it is nothing. But still. Who wants to do that twice?

I am not going to think about it until tomorrow, when I will make the appointment. If I am lucky--now wasnt that funny for me to even say--I will be able to schedule it next Monday, on my way home from the airport from my trip to Houston. Nothing like a doctor's appointment to cap off a fun long weekend.

Blech.