I couldn't have said it better myself, Ruth.
I just went two rounds with the receptionist at my new dentist trying to figure out why my account on my dental insurance wasn't coming up in the system. Turns out I was in a special, hidden insurance group specifically for contract workers. Well that would have been nice to know. I need to find a doctor too for my annual.
Can't my mom just take care of this? Can't we all just go back to the days when Tom Cruise was a heartthrob and POGS were cool?
I think that would have put me at around third or fourth grade, so 1994ish? But did you hear that CW Washington is bringing back 90210?!?! I digress...
I also cleaned the whole house yesterday - scrubbed, vacuumed, mopped - while my roommate Roberto mowed the lawn. I'm starting to resent the grass we have to cut, the flowers I have to water, the bills I have to pay (before all of my utilities and cable/Internet were included) and the miles more of floor I have now for dust and dirt to collect on. Makes me miss my old apartment. Almost. I do enjoy having two closets in my room, tons of cabinet space and nights without screaming, drunk freshmen crawling up Knox Road now.
And what's all this about paying $5-$6 for a beer? There isn't a dollar rail and long neck happy hour special to be found within a five mile radius of where I work.
See friends, I told you I turned 45. Ten dollars says Issac is going to leave a comment on this post saying something like, "Welcome to the big leagues."
Aside, UPDATE: some of you have been asking about what "work appropriate" bathing suit I ended up buying ... the surfing trip was canceled last weekend so I didn't need to buy a new one. Yet. Stay tuned for the rescheduled trip in September.
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