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Went to a lab to get some routine blood work done, waiting, waiting, waiting for them to call my name after I signed in. Finally I go up, only to find it's not my insurance company's "preferred lab"-- so I drove down the road to the "preferred lab" (all this in sloshy snow coming down) only to find the waiting room jammed to the gills with people waiting. There was standing room only, too. So I signed in, then started to wait for them to call my name, just to get my information. Waited 20 mins for nothing, finally decided to can it. It probably would have been till the end of the day before they got to me. Screw it. It's nothing earth shattering that MUST be done ASAP.
So I drove to the Giant to get groceries. Which was an okay experience and they even bagged my groceries for me! Good thing, because when I got home I was greeted to a floor full of garbage that had been dragged out of the overturned garbage can in the kitchen-- everything was shredded into itty bits--chicken tray with its bloody cushioning, coffee grounds, pistachio shells, etc etc etc. And Lupé sitting there without a care on her face.
This is something she's started doing when we leave in the evening and so we've come to put the garbage can behind doors and shut off access to any other trash cans she can reach. It hasn't happened in the daytime til now. So I didn't put the can away. As I usually don't when I'm just running out to do errands. But I guess all that has to change now and I have to safeguard the whole house from Lupé before I go anywhere. Jeez. I don't know why she's started doing this. We've had her five years and she's never done this kind of thing before. I know she's probably bored, but still, I put the radio on for her. What a fucking mess it was.
So that's my lovely day so far.
So I drove to the Giant to get groceries. Which was an okay experience and they even bagged my groceries for me! Good thing, because when I got home I was greeted to a floor full of garbage that had been dragged out of the overturned garbage can in the kitchen-- everything was shredded into itty bits--chicken tray with its bloody cushioning, coffee grounds, pistachio shells, etc etc etc. And Lupé sitting there without a care on her face.
This is something she's started doing when we leave in the evening and so we've come to put the garbage can behind doors and shut off access to any other trash cans she can reach. It hasn't happened in the daytime til now. So I didn't put the can away. As I usually don't when I'm just running out to do errands. But I guess all that has to change now and I have to safeguard the whole house from Lupé before I go anywhere. Jeez. I don't know why she's started doing this. We've had her five years and she's never done this kind of thing before. I know she's probably bored, but still, I put the radio on for her. What a fucking mess it was.
So that's my lovely day so far.