I had an appointment with the eye doctor today. I bonded with the receptionist, Ginger. I think we're like best friends now. She helped me pick out my new glasses. I'd post the pictures I have of me wearing them but I'm making stupid faces in all of them.
But before I could get to my new glasses, they had to get approval from my insurance and it wasn't working. I had to call my mom to get my dad's SSN and she ended up giving me 2 possibilities. None of those were working either. And then it hit me, my life has been a lie. My family must be in the witness protection program and no one ever told me. Or we're royalty banished from our rightful home. God, it all makes perfect sense. But then Ginger broke my dream bubble and informed me that the insurance company had simply for some odd reason shortened my dad's name to Berna. I could have been a princess, I tell you.
I figured out how I am going to convince my parents that moving to Bloomfield or Lawrenceville is a good idea. They have Catholic Churches. No way will my parents have any issues now. Sure, I stopped going to church years ago and I don't really follow any Catholic rules anymore. That doesn't matter because with a church in my neighborhood there would be a slight, slight, slight increase in the odd chance that I may wonder into a church. Huzzah! WIN!
I've also decided I should get a handyman special apartment. And then I could paint walls and like nail stuff. I'd be awesome at it. And when you all come to visit, you could leave your mark. Think about how cool it would be, come on now, you know it would be.
2 comments:
This post makes me feel like you've recently consumed a large amount of caffeine. True or false?
I was drinking a can of coke. It was my first for the day. Does that count?
I think I was just in a really good mood. Excited about the endless possibilities for the future. Oh, and I had just gotten my hair cut.
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