Sometimes when you get older you have to multi-task to get everything in your life done. I never thought that would entail combining breakfast with my best friend and an appointment with a bat exterminator.
Diane and I set aside today to get together. The plan was to breakfast and then go look for wedding shoes. That was until she and Mark saw about 20 bats fly out of the roof of their Victorian house earlier this week. The plan changed to Diane making me breakfast and us waiting for "Batman" to come to the house and figure out a way to de-bat the place. We were informed they have a "colony" of bats in the attic and Batman had to go back to the Batcave to create a proposal to get rid of the critters.
Then we waited for the Comcast guy to come because their land line hasn't been working. It turned out that the phone in the garage was off the hook. Ummm...did I ever mention that Mark is special? Well, not really, but I have cause to tease the hell out him now. He's the only one who's ever in the garage so we all know who the culprit was.
After these thrilling events, we went to five department stores and found no shoes. I did, however, stop at the drug store to buy girly supplies. Let me tell you ladies, it's going to get to a point where you have to take out a mortgage to buy tampons! Seriously! One box of tampons, one box of pads and a chocolate bar later, I spent almost $14. And I refuse to get generic tampons. I will be cheap here and there on other things, but I've always lived by the rule that anything that goes in my vagina - be it a man or a tampon - has got to pass a strict quality control test.
And the chocolate was a necessity. It was. I swear.
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thanks for using the word "vagina" in your blog. You've opened the door for me to write something later.
ewwww ... I thought their one bat was bad enough. ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
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