The word of the week is Jamaican.
Sitting in the O'Charley's Restaurant this past Tuesday with hubby and a friend, the subject of Jamaican Beef Patties came to conversation.
So me, being me, started with the "Jamaican" jokes......
"Stop it Tom, Jamaican me laugh."
" Jamaican a fool outta yerself."
"Jamaican the pool ready for swimming?"
She's jamaican a mess of herself."
"Jamaican me wanna hurl!"
I was on a role................I slay myself.
Must be all this drama going on around me this week.
1) Dancewear Store
2) Dance studio drama (teacher leaving due to infidelity and talk)
4) Cruise (fam damily)
5) Hubby: has a list!
Remember way back oh, about April? Hubby's doc said "need to be referred to a cardiologist".....still hasn't made the appointment. Neither have I. Same doc said same thing about the foot doctor when Tom ruptured the Achilles tendon. If I hadn't forced him to make the call himself, we'd still be waiting.
Anyone deal with the V.A.? Well, hubby is signed up in "Fayetnam" NC which is a 2hr drive from us. When he visited his Dad last year (April) he made anappt with the local V.A. there and had no problem getting in and seen by the staff.
Well, it's not the same here......our town says "no, ya gotta call Fayetville and have them send................"
He did that in June......still nothing. Lovely.
So now I've made him make a list of things and DO THEM! DAMMIT!!!
I'm gonna have to force the cardiologist appointment arent' I?