Being on hold for about 20 minutes, aggravates me. It seems like every time I place an on-line pizza order, it has something wrong and it takes an act of Congress to get it straightened out. I finally had to call an 877 number and talk with a "trouble shooter" for Papa John's. He was very polite and even offered to send me extra garlic sauce for my inconvenience. The next great adventure is to see if it REALLY comes like I ordered it.
Ween has slept through the ordeal. She raised her head once, gave me a dirty look, and decided it wasn't worth her effort. I told you she is smart. Her motto - "Never get excited unless it involves food and I can smell it."
Mock went to get some sodas since Papa John's has Pepsi not Coke. It is heresy to even mention anything but Coke. Some people are so picky.
Another rest day today. I have my blood checked tomorrow. Mock is taking me. After all that excitement, we get to go to his doctor. I tell you, if it wasn't for trips to the doctor or a hospital, I'd have no social life. I wonder if I can somehow spin all the visiting into a paying job? Hummmmm.
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