Over the weekend my future daughter-in-law took the baby with her parents to visit her brother in Florida. My grandbaby got to go to the beach!!!! From the texts and pictures it looks like he had a great time.
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As they drove back to Missouri, my brother was making his way to Florida. I'm quite sure they passed each other. After a blown tire and a midnight fiasco trying to repair it, he managed to get to Florida, retrieve what he needed out of his storage locker and return three days later. Sadly the shrimp vendors only come out on the weekend so he didn't bring back any fresh shrimp. DARN!
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I made a special trip myself - to the ER! Don't worry, I'm fine. I have a history of rapid heartbeat and had a little episode. I went in to just be safe that it wasn't something truly scary. Over the last 25 years I've visited about half of the ER's in the St. Louis area. That means I have a few more to go. I went to Mercy Hospital (recently renamed from St. John's - a change I'm still getting used to). I had decent service although there has to be latex in some part of the EKG leads because I still have a rash from them!
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In other news, I managed to smack my leg into the toilet seat. I heard a crack, no not from my knee, WORSE... I managed to BREAK THE TOILET. Okay, just the toilet seat, but it was still a major inconvenience. Nothing like trying to do your business with the toilet lid resting on your back while keeping the seat in place with your thighs and not tipping over. That is way too much coordination for me during the day, much less at 2am. This required a trip to Walmart, a new seat selection and then installation. Why is it necessary for men (I don't know a single woman guilty of this) to rachet every single screw, nut, and bolt at it's absolute tightest? I didn't mess with the installation, but there was a lot of swearing and grumbling and seeking of alternate tools to undo the old seat and then rachet the new one down so the next sucker stuck with removing it will have to swear, grumble and seek alternate tools. Vicious circle.
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AND THEN... I would have posted this mess sometime on Friday but I made the mistake of getting my eye exam (another trip to Walmart). I love those wonky eye drops where I can't read shit. Of course they wait until after your eyes are all doped up before they ask you for payment and signing the payment slip. I'm pretty sure I've mortgaged off one of my children. Sorry kids.
Then, before we got home there was a panic call from my brother, back in town less than 24 hours and sitting roadside with a flat. We ended up sitting with my brother as he waited for a tow truck and then at the tire shop.
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I've had three days off work, which I had been wanting, just not like this. And now I need to get back to work so I can relax! :)
