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Is it too much to have a valid explanation for one's actions? On the way to Grandma's, we spotted a Girl Scout Troop selling cookies at Walgreens but when I asked if we could pull over, Dad got man-PMSy and said no. I know it's trivial, but I was bothered by it. More with his attitude than not getting the cookies. Mom poked fun at him about it over lunch and Dad finally (and exasperatedly) said that he didn't pull over at the drugstore because he had made too many stops already and that we'd never arrive at Grandma's. All he had to do was say that in the car as he left the intersection at Walgreens. The way he acted at the time, I thought he was just being an ass about it. Or that he had to assert control and dominance. In other words, he was driving, he was in charge, therefore he decides whether to stop or not regardless of the reason.
I went off on my own for Thin Mints after lunch. I knew dad was going to have to use the restroom from his delicate tummy and a lactose laden meal so I left. I thought the scouts would sell out since everyone loves Thin Mints but they had plenty of boxes. I guess I got pretty anal myself since I thought they'd sell out.
A short cookie run turned into a two hour cruise involving following a parasail into Horizon City, finding a working car wash, and getting a light dinner snack.
( Playing in the desert )
I also saw an urgent care doc about that damn rash. On Thursday, I was in red itchy hell. I was grading papers, watching the John Waters commentary version of "Mommie Dearest" and I was pausing every few minutes to scratch. I'd mark up a paper, laugh at the mention of ascots or wire hangers, and claw my legs before repeating the cycle. I've got dried scabs on my legs, dry pink skin on my arms. The Dr. said it was contact dermatitis but we can't pinpoint where it came from. She suspects that I brushed up on something during a hike or the mixed use of potent perfumed soaps might have done it. I got pills but I've yet to take them. Why? I didn't want to risk an adverse reaction due to a shooting match today.
I went off on my own for Thin Mints after lunch. I knew dad was going to have to use the restroom from his delicate tummy and a lactose laden meal so I left. I thought the scouts would sell out since everyone loves Thin Mints but they had plenty of boxes. I guess I got pretty anal myself since I thought they'd sell out.
A short cookie run turned into a two hour cruise involving following a parasail into Horizon City, finding a working car wash, and getting a light dinner snack.
( Playing in the desert )
I also saw an urgent care doc about that damn rash. On Thursday, I was in red itchy hell. I was grading papers, watching the John Waters commentary version of "Mommie Dearest" and I was pausing every few minutes to scratch. I'd mark up a paper, laugh at the mention of ascots or wire hangers, and claw my legs before repeating the cycle. I've got dried scabs on my legs, dry pink skin on my arms. The Dr. said it was contact dermatitis but we can't pinpoint where it came from. She suspects that I brushed up on something during a hike or the mixed use of potent perfumed soaps might have done it. I got pills but I've yet to take them. Why? I didn't want to risk an adverse reaction due to a shooting match today.
