I wanted to check my text messages this morning, but I was busy getting ready. Then I was going to do it in the car, but didn't want to while I was driving, and told myself I'd check them at work. So then, I get to work and get inside and realize I don't have my phone... so I tell Trikia I have to go to my car for a second, walk way back out the building, get to my car, see my phone.. don't have my keys. I'm not really sure what the point of my story is. Maybe that I have about five texts with no idea what they are about or who they are from. It's exciting.
I got Padfoot shampoo with coal tar in it. For real. That's the second thing recommended for his itching/hairloss. It's human shampoo, but my vet says it will be fine. Here's to a scrumptious superfurry dog!
I also bought a different kind of toothpaste, because apparently either Crest doesn't make or Target doesn't carry my fabulous Vanilla Mint anymore. I also finally bought a scale, which told me I weighed 74 lbs. I freaked out, "Why won't any of my scales tell me my real weight!?" Then I realized it was on the carpet. Stupid Melissa.
Apparently Lincoln concessions aren't food concessions. I always enjoyed working at Godby's, but selling shirts for Lincoln does not sound like fun. It's possible that I'll be doing a sno-cone stand, but it's still not as fun as watching Micah Maxwell be dared to drink all of the leftover jalepeno juice out of the big metal container. And then do it. Ah, memories.
And you already know about the fiasco at Moe's.
Today is going to be a busy day at work.