So the day starts with me going to the bank to make a deposit (hooray) and sitting in the car whilst hubby does the food shopping.  Good so far.  Then I go to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription I called my Dr. to refill on Thursday and, lo and behold, no meds.  This is the third darned time this has happened this year and with different receptionists.  So, I am on the hunt for a new doctor.  One that will not want to see me every three months.  One that I can get an appointment right away and only see when sick.  One that does not constantly tell me to put on weight, while he is obese.  One that does not make me wait 1-2 hours listening to crappy lite rock.  So Monday's lunch will consist of me making phone calls to switch doctors.

 And this was a terrible mail day.  Only one piece of mail and it was teacher stuff and that news tends to be quite the downer these days what with all the bashing we get...

So I feel some retail therapy is in order.  I may, just possibly suggest a trip to - get ready - Short Hills Mall.  Gasp!  I know, malls make me feel hollow and empty inside, but, I did find that fab velvet blazer at a Nordstrom for $35 one year.  And maybe I can find some neat-o stuff marked waaay down.  And perhaps some make-up so I don't look so dead in pictures all the time.

But then again, the zombie/undead look is in, so maybe I am looking cool...