Z-packs and candy bodies

I'm making an appearance at work today. By appearance I mean I showed up 45 minutes late (I called) and I'm not sure I'll be able to make it through the day, even if I just sit in this chair until 5:00. On the way to work, I went to the evil McDonald's this morning. I don't think anything else would have calmed my tummy more than a hash brown. Odd, I know. It cost $1 for just a hash brown; it also costs $1 for a sausage biscuit AND a hash brown.

Just a whole day of weirdness for me yesterday:
I go to my doctor who gave me a happy Z-pak for my current bug affliction. During the writing of the script, I say something along the lines of "must be all of the Tylenol making me say loopy things." Dr. B. said, "Well, if Tylenol does that to you, you'd be a cheap drunk, then. I know some guys that would love to take you out if you're that cheap." I realize he was just kidding, but I think that was a highly inappropriate thing for a doctor to say. Then again, maybe it's the Tylenol making me think it's inappropriate?

I waited until what I THOUGHT was the last day to get my tag for my new car. Turns out, though, the tag acency goes by the date on the invoice (i.e., when the car was purchased) rather than the date on the temp. tag on the windsheild (i.e., the date I took the car home). The Honda place could have at least told me that! I had to pay an extra $25 because I was unknowningly a day late. Bastard car salesmen!

I then take the script to Walgreens where I had about 15 minutes to meander around the aisles looking at crap I don't need. I stumble upon Jessica Simpson's new line of stuff and I'll have to admit, it appeals to me a LOT. I've thought flavors such as these would be a fantastic thing ever since middle school when I had some cotton candy body splash and some yummy bubble gum lip balm that I wanted to eat. Well, this is what I put on my arm to test out. It was much too sickly sweet smelling, but I had serious thoughts about licking my forearm for hours after. Verdict while doped up on Tylenol: probably won't be buying it anytime soon.

I then go over to my parents' house because I do not own the requisite equipment to put on the overpriced car tag. They've been buying new furniture for the whole house. Our garage is converted into a family/media room and so there are two t.v. locations. They chose to get the exact same entertainment center for both the living room and the family room. And they fail to see why this is odd. It's totally like something they would do. At least I like them.

After being on the "sick diet" (soup, liquids, and crackers) for two days, I want to know: who actually eats saltines on a regular basis? They really aren't all that good. And I'll have to find something to do with the other ½ of this box. For some reason, chili doesn't seem appealing to me at the moment.

And what wife beaters and ugly people out there keep voting for Scott Savol on American Idol??? Maybe he can sing, but he does NOT have the stage presence needed. And since he's the least attractive of the group, it has to be ugly people, wife beaters, and people that live in Ohio (Ohioans?) voting for him. I'm all for rooting for the ugly underdog, but he's too much. It takes more than an arm going up and down and some scrunched up lips for me, I guess. It's also possible that the knowledge of him being a beater jades my opinion, too. And this is the first season of American Idol I'm somewhat actively watching and it's only because there's an Oklahoma girl on it.

In other odd news unrelated to me wanting to lick my arm: Shelby is sick. She's puking and she peed 3 healthy times in a 25 minutes last night. Maybe she needs some of that Detrol stuff or something? Gotta go, gotta go, gotta go right now....argh!