After a brutal Anti-Cleaver morning in which my youngest child gave me The Rage, I dragged my sorry ass to the doctor only to sit for an hour and forty-five minutes while they tried to reach my new insurance company to verify that I was indeed covered.
I’m taking solace in ginormous antibiotic pills, cranberry-pomegranate juice and season six of Buffy.
To answer Fred’s question from yesterday, the urn-y thing with the figure bent over it is a sculpture of Cerridwen stirring her cauldron of inspiration – hubby got it for me for Mother’s Day one year. I think it’s pretty nifty too. Here’s a closer view of the coolness.
Sorry for being a whiny hag. I’m hoping for an infinately better day tomorrow.