Colby, the night nurse and I went to Lights Under Louisville
tonight. It was so neat! I've never taken Colby before, which is sad because it's
perfect for him. You drive your car through this ginormous cavern and they have
fantastic light displays. Over 2,000,000 lights with multiple themes, and they
have Christmas music playing throughout. It was beautiful! Kind of expensive,
$25/carload. Luckily we received a free admission coupon at the Hosparus party.
Will definitely go back next year though.
Tomorrow Colby is having a pajama party at school. They're
also watching Polar Express, which he hates BTW, and having a little gift
exchange with classmates. Just one more day, then he's on break for 2 weeks. I
know he's excited. He was, let's just say, less than overly excited to do
schoolwork this week.
I have yet another "you suck" story about Apria,
but this time it involves their enteral department. Never had any trouble with
them until this month. Should've known it was too good to be true. Ordered
Colby's feeding supplies on December 6th, they were to be shipped on the 12th. Still
didn't have them by the 16th and we were completely out of Neocate Jr! Had to
borrow some from another SMA family. Called Apria, got the complete run around.
They finally agreed we should be getting the supplies. Yeah, no shit peeps. So
they overnighted us 3 cans, one of which busted open and spilled everywhere. OMG.
Then they sent us via ground shipping the rest of the Neocate, or so I thought.
Sent 1 box (4 cans) and we were supposed to receive 3 boxes (12 cans). So I get
on the phone this afternoon and say hey, yo, where is the rest of our Neocate,
fools? The customer service rep says well, according to this, it was delivered
today and dropped off at your front door. Crickets on my end. I was like,
ummmm, well, let me check. Sure enough, there it was, 2 boxes of Neocate right
outside the door. I felt just slightly on the stupid side. But if they weren't
stupid and had shipped everything when they should have, none of this would
have happened, right? Right.
RIP hair dryer. We've been together many years, and I'll
always remember all the times you dried my hair in a safe and timely manner.
However, your orange, burning coils and your burning smell stinking up the
bathroom tell me you no longer wish to continue this relationship. It's not so
much me as it is you. No worries, you've been quickly replaced. Girl's gotta do
what a girl's gotta do.
Okay everyone, this blog is getting rather long. Plus I need to tuck Mr. Colby in bed, so I'll wrap up for now.
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