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What, did someone put our phone number on scammers anon list?
I had to block some more numbers yesterday.
Now we are getting the (woo scary) scam calls from the IRS. (Cough bullshit.) They are going to sue us! (Cough cough double bullshit.) Call us back at this number… Oh how I wish I had saved it so you all could call them back!
Oh wait…checking the blocked caller list on my phone…I do have the number from which they called me!
1-202-394-7532
Y’all have some fun with that.
Maybe I should post all the scammers numbers I’ve blocked and let you have some fun…would you like that?
Today’s T-shirt
Yikes, both hands in braces…
I have days where, to ease the pain in my hands and fingers, I need to wear braces.
Usually, it is just one hand at a time. Not so this night.
Both hands are painful. The left one is both painful and numb–that’s the elbow impingement working its mojo there.
This makes typing simple…NOT.
The Curmudgeon’s neurologist appointment went well. They are not as concerned about his kidneys as the desk gal that called us made it out to be.
Today’s T-shirt
If he can’t hear his TV…look out!
The Curmudgeon got ticked off yesterday. More than usual. He was watching a favorite show on TV, when the neighbor across the street decided to crank up the music. Again.
After ten minutes of rattling windows, he figured they weren’t going to turn it down. He called the police.
It wasn’t me.
When The Curmudgeon cannot hear his TV which is 8.5 feet away from him because some idiot is blasting music across the street…Yes, the usually mild-mannered man gets pissed.
I lose my words some days
One of the perks of being the wife and caregiver of an MS patient is the level of daily stress you have.
It affects my writing, I don’t do much these days.
I also find that I lose words often. I can be in mid sentence and the word I intended to use disappears.
Poof, it is gone and I can’t find it so I stutter and stop while my brain goes through its search engine. However, more often than not that search comes up error 404.
I miss the peace and quiet of nights where The Curmudgeon actually stayed in bed and I could write uninterrupted. Now I tend to stay in a waiting-for-his-door-to-open stasis, not daring to open a book file and start writing, because invariably as soon as I do, his door opens and he comes downstairs.
I’ve lost many words.
Today’s T-shirt
MS…the battle you never win
Well, if all the other problems The Curmudgeon has weren’t enough, now we have to worry about his kidneys.
He goes to his neurologist on Monday and to our family physician on Tuesday.
It looks like they will send him to a nephrologist.
Oh, and it’s still raining.
Another day of running around
Yesterday it was The Curmudgeon’s turn.
I ran him over to St. Luke’s West to get a blood test. He has a neurologist appointment on Monday and they need the blood test done beforehand.
We were going to do it on the way home from there last time but he wasn’t feeling well and wanted to get home quick.
Then he managed to forget about it and not remind me he needed one until this week.
*Headdesk*
Cardiologist appointment
I go to see my cardiologist every six moths.
Now, I wasn’t quite sure about his sense of humor, so I wore my new t-shirt under my overalls.
I asked him, “do you have a good sense of humor?”
He said, ” yes.”
“Does foul language bother you?”
“No.”
I showed him my T-shirt.
My cardiologist has a great laugh.
Today’s T-shirt.
This is a rant, you may not want to read it.
I have never been more disappointed in the American people especially the men than I am these days.
Dear sirs political and the just plain misogynistic,
Treating women like second class citizens. Eroding away every single hard-earned human right we have. Hating on us.
How proud all the women of your families must be of you.
I wonder if your problem with women stems from your mother not paying enough attention to you when you were a spoiled child who pulled the wings off flies.
I’m sure she must have ignored your temper tantrums since you still have them today when you don’t get your way. Or did your privileged ass have a Nanny who fed you drugs to put you to sleep so she could screw your daddy?
Did Mommy dearest bottle feed you instead of nurse you? Is that why you can’t stand seeing a woman do what is natural.
If it weren’t for women you wouldn’t be here. Keep that in mind.
If all the women of this country stood together you wouldn’t exist. You’d become a bad memory. We outnumber you and yet you bully us, pay us less than we are worth, take away our humanity, and try to suppress our free will?
If you were afraid of us before, continue to wage your war on us and you will learn the true meaning of fear.
Y’all have to sleep sometime.
What is that ball of fire in the sky?
Wait… no, it’s gone.
Yes, we’ve had rain for days and about five minutes of sun yesterday afternoon which we greeted with cheers and applause.
Ah huh, we are that desperate to see the sun again.
Even the dogs are dreaming of sunshine.
I know we need the rain but dang it I want to go fishing. I hate fishing on a soaked and muddy river bank in the rain on a chilly day. That isn’t fun.
As I have grown older…
I have learned…
That pleasing everyone is impossible but pissing people off is a piece of cake.
You can have your cake and eat it too.
I no longer care who does or doesn’t like me.
There are people and situations that will never change.
I have no more fucks to give.
Ending the day with a glass of wine just might get me through the night.
I am who I am and I don’t care what anyone thinks of me.
Cooped up itis
Sometimes there’s no escaping it.
You can’t go anywhere for one reason or another.
The weather prevents you from even enjoying your yard or a walk around the block.
Try as you might to escape into a book, your spouse or roommate has no concept of “I’m reading, leave me alone.”
Even a blunt “shut up” doesn’t phase them, they keep talking.
Today’s T-shirt
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