Dawgluver
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I feel like a taxi driver. DH's car is in the shop, so I drove him to work, dropped Beagle off at the vet to get a growth removed from her chest, went to the drug store to pick up the script I'd called in yesterday, it wasn't ready, 30 minutes, they said, so I went home and drove back to the drug store a couple hours later. They still didn't have my pills, said to come back at noon, so I drove home. Message on the answering machine said they'd made a mistake, no script till Monday, but they had 5 pills for me to pick up to tide me over. DH called and wanted to do lunch, so I drove back to his work and picked him up. We had lunch, then I drove him back to work and drove home. Message from vet to pick up Beagle after 2:00. Drove back to vet, picked up Beagle, drove back to drug store, picked up my 5 pills. Drove home. Thought I was done, but got a call from DH, his tennis partner/ride home from work bailed, so I drove back to DH's work, picked him up, and drove home.
I'm not leaving. Got absolutely nothing done today, other than getting Beagle and driving. DH is exhausted.
I'm not leaving. Got absolutely nothing done today, other than getting Beagle and driving. DH is exhausted.