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Wednesday, July 11th, 2012
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12:18a - Poem for Wednesday, Poison Ivy, Paper Fashions
( Night Blooming Jasmine )
I now have a prescription for my poison ivy rash -- this after a phone call from CVS to tell me that my doctor had not called them back with an alternate prescription, an angry message left by me on my doctor's machine since the office was closed fifteen minutes early for lunch, a call back to tell me that it would be better if I came to the office to pick up a discount coupon for a different new prescription because apparently every rash remedy created before three years ago is an utter failure (even though people have somehow been surviving poison ivy unscarred for, you know, thousands of years), and a wait for CVS to fill the new prescription which had to be dropped off rather than faxed in order for the discount coupon to work. I realize that I am a sucky patient for a dermatologist -- mine has an office completely focused on the beauty industry and it must be obvious to him that I am never going to pay for longer eyelashes, smoother skin, permanent armpit hair removal, etc. -- so he needs to get every cent he can from those prescriptions, but what can you do.
When I finally got home after visiting the toy store and two gift stores while waiting for CVS to fill the new prescription, Adam's girlfriend and his two friends who were here the other evening had come over. Since none of them had eaten lunch, I took them all plus Daniel to the mall, where I got frozen yogurt, they all got various sandwiches, sushi, etc., and we all met up an hour later after wandering to separate stores. I peeked at the new items in the mall's new Vera Bradley store, but I discovered that the Hallmark store was having a huge sale on retired Vera Bradley and came home with two $65-each purses for under $45 total (once I was buying the one, it only cost about $7 to get the second). So that was nice. I dropped off the friends, Adam's girlfriend stayed for dinner, and afterward we watched most of the rather boring baseball all-star game, interrupted for a couple of innings by the Roman orgy episode of Relic Hunter. Now here are three more dresses from Prêt-à-Papier at Hillwood:
( Let Them Eat Cake )
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