Just when I think I have a handle on things, shit happens. I was getting ready for the birth of my grand daughter and I got sick. Sick enough to go to the hospital and to fall behind on her quilt. Made it down to see her, but missed her actual birth and I still haven't finished the quilt. Then I made it home and my health insurance called and wanted to speak with my husband. I explained he was unavailable. She then told me that she could not talk to me and needed to speak directly with him. I lost it and asked her are you fucking kidding me? She said no did she have the correct phone number. I told her yes but she needed to update her damn records because Dwight passed in June and wouldn't be taking any calls. I probably would have handled this better if I hadn't already told them that. I give it two weeks before she calls again.
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