How Do You Define ......

...... crazy?

I think you just look it up in the dictionary and maybe you'll see my face.
Maybe.

My 2 suitcases are open on my bedroom floor.  They've been there since I arrived here in Texas on Tuesday night.
Just as the heat wave was leaving NY.
Of course.

I've been home 2 days and I feel like I've been going non-stop, even though I haven't really gone anywhere.
Well, I did go get my hair cut yesterday.
And then went to a movie with Son #1 (Reds 2 --- it's a fun 90 minutes).
Then we met Son #3 for dinner at a local Mexican restaurant.
That has great ..... and I do mean great ...... margaritas with amaretto.

Now I know that all of that doesn't really seem crazy ...... but here's the thing:
I never got out of my pj's yesterday.
I kid you not.
And no, I don't have a picture of that, though I wish I did, since someone on FB has a friend who collects pictures of people in their pj's and somehow gets money for charity for them.
Don't ask me why or how ...... that's all I've got.
But if you live in my area and you happened to catch me out in my/Jim's boxers and a T-shirt yesterday ...... and took a picture, please let me know so that at least someone can get something for a little insanity.
And then you should talk to someone about your stalking problem.

I did manage to get in the shower this morning and get to my noon appointment on time.  In regular clothes.
I know.  I was disappointed, too.
Then I went to the post office to stand in line (don't get me started) to pick up a certified letter from the ...... drum roll, please ...... I.R.S.
You know, those creepy people who have nothing to do at this time of the year except send out nasty notes that say something akin to this:  "We sent you a notice 3 weeks ago that you underpaid your taxes.  Since you haven't sent us any money in the past 3 weeks, we're making you sign for this letter so that we'll know you got it ...... and if you don't send us some money ASAP we're going to snatch your home and your assets."
God bless America.

I was pissed that they sent me that horrid little missive, but yet relieved that they weren't telling me that they're going to audit me.
Though I fully expect that letter to come now that I've called them creepy ..... on a public blog.
Freedom of speech?
We shall see.

I felt really teary today.
I don't know why.
Except that I'm tired.
And the hateful IRS was nasty.
And my accountant wants papers that I can't find.
And I think I may have to go on a vegan diet, or at the very least, a vegetarian diet, to see if I can get any relief in my joints.
Don't get me started.
Please.

Or I might have to tell you how utterly crappy my rheumatologist's office has been to me, so I haven't been able to get an infusion for well over 3 months.
Yeah.  Someone decided to have a snit fit ...... and take it out on me, and my joints.
So I'm going a different route.

And I'm seeing a new doctor in a week, after I get back from a trip to Tulsa.
Yep, another trip.
Many and sundry people from my graduation class are getting together for a party and I thought, "What the hey?!  I'm going to go!"
And so I am.
And then there's the bonus of staying over at my brother's for a long weekend and hanging with him, his wife and their lovely daughters.

Let's see ..... what else?
It's been great to have Son #1 home for a visit.  He was so MUCH help last week when D was in the hospital.
Speaking of D, he's home and doing ok.  Since he's dealing with the V.A. he hasn't received his prescription to attend PT so that's not great.  Neither has he seen his doctor since he left the hospital over a week ago.
Also not great.
But hopefully that will all get set up in the next few days.

And just so you know ...... those of you who may have taken my anti-VA posts in the completely wrong way ...... I am not, in any way, shape or form, dissing the vets, the military, or any current soldiers when I say how displeased I am with the VA hospital.
What I AM saying is that our soldiers deserve better.
SO MUCH better.

It's the system and it seems to be stuck.  I don't know how to fix it, but I hate that someone I love had to endure unnecessary pain and treatment because of a stuck system.  Especially someone who did his job and fought when he was told to fight.
That's all.

If you took it any other way, then go jump in the lake and take a swim so that you can expend some energy and cool off.  Then go get one or four margaritas.
You'll feel much better.

Back to being teary ...... I miss Jim.
Very, very much.
More today than yesterday and I have no idea why it hit so hard today.
Maybe because I'm tired.
And I don't want to be a vegan.

And Son #3 is leaving for school in less than 3 weeks.
Sniff ......

I need to go to sleep.
Hahahahahahahahaha!
I have to get up at 6 a.m.
Heads may roll.

But I hope ya'll have a great weekend, Peeps!
: )