My Kingdom for Some Hot Water - Jun 18, 12:15
Our gas company decided to be pricks and shut off our gas without informing us. In spite of the fact that last months payment was sent out and this months payment wasn’t due for another two weeks. They claim they didn’t receive last months payment, which is fair enough, I would have liked a bit of warning before they shut it off. A letter, a phone call, email, something. Alas, they don’t seem to agree, so now we’re stuck waiting until tomorrow at noon for the gas guy to come and turn the pilot light back on. At noon tomorrow. I haven’t had a shower since Monday morning! I don’t know how much longer I can wait before I have another one, and pot baths are not fun (anyone who says they are is lying).
You’d think that maybe I’d welcome a nice cool dip in the bathtub what with the stifling heat, except the day that the gas was shut off there was a rather severe storm. Wind, hail, rain, thunder, lightening, the works and because of that it cooled off drastically, this morning was barely 50°C, windy and raining.
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Test Results and a Luggage set - May 27, 13:12
I love yardsales, second hand stores and antique shops, other peoples junk is always more interesting than my own. Day before yesterday I was out and about and stumbled across a Church rummage sale. I found an interesting Atlantic Mold Rooster cookie jar (or Chicken, I’m not sure which), 4 cute wastebaskets and a 3-piece set of luggage, pictured beneath the cut.
As for my ultrasound, I’m going in on Thursday to get the results, it was a transabdominal and I must say that holding my pee in for so long was not a pleasant experience. I drank over a litre of water and had to hold it in for two and a half hours! Note to self: Don’t get pregnant. The good news is that if it were something deadly serious the technician would have told me and I wouldn’t be here telling you about my horrible pee holding experience.
In happier news I’m switching Doctors. My current Doctor is about 80 years old, was there when I was born and thinks I’m far too stressed out for someone my age and that I need quite a bit of therapy (depending on who you ask, he may be right :P). He’s quite nice and is taking the entire family (meaning, parents, grandparents, siblings and possibly cousins and their parents).
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