Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
On Saturday we went to a mall by ourselves for the first time in almost three years. Favorite Young Man has taken me to a couple of malls, but we dash into Sears to buy a vacuum or dash into Penney's for some blinds.
We actually walked through a lot of this mall to reach Lola's destination. The mall was horrible. Noisy. Crowded. Confusing.
Of course, we shouldn't have gone the day before Mother's Day, but the whole experience reminded us why we don't like malls and other public places.
We went because I needed vacuum cleaner bags from Sears and Lola wanted to go to Victoria's Secret. She got a black bra with leopard trim and a pair of black and white panties with lace around the top. She looks good in them.
How do you feel about visiting a mall? Is it something you do regularly with no problem, or does it make you want to scream and cry (like us)?
Our GPS has been giving us fits lately. It got us to the mall, but the last four times before that when we used it, it took us to crazy places. It's convinced that our dentist flips burgers at a Hardee's that isn't even in the same part of town as his office.
We went in the Hardee's and looked for him. He definitely wasn't there, so we called his office. Someone tried to tell us how to get there, but we were so far away we missed our appointment. His office has a rule that if you miss two appointments he won't see you anymore. Even if you call and say, I'm sick, which I did the last time I had an appointment. So we're at two missed appointments. They're cutting us a little slack because our GPS is a lying fucker. It has a woman's voice, but I'm pretty sure it's a man.
We're now on what's called the cancellations list. If they have a cancellation, they'll call and offer us the appointment time. I don't know if this dentist is so fabulous that it's worthwhile to put up with his rules.
Do your doctors or dentists have rules like these?
Life all by ourselves is kinda difficult sometimes. We really don't have anyone to consult about our problems. The Chubby Chatterbox, who is very, very funny, so funny he makes us laugh occasionally, is trying to convince us to have a colonoscopy. We have seen someone go through the prep for a colonoscopy. She was having diarrhea while trying to vomit into the bathtub. We don't want to poop and puke at the same time with no one to give us a little moral support.
Someone also has to drive you home afterwards. We don't have anyone to drive us home.
Good thing we have no family history of cancer. That's one point for our side.
Infinities of love,