I don’t want to work with insurance companies. Due to a clause in Blue Cross Blue Shield’s policies (and maybe Anthem too), I might not be able to work virtually with some of my Washington clients. If this happens, I might offer them their co-pay rate to keep working together.
Big blood, bad blood—is it pig blood, your blood? Blum, blum, bloom. Rum, rim, room. She sells seashells by the seashore. My mind’s faster than my fingers as I run to DG, DG Market, and Family Dollar. Why was the same Best Foods mayo jar 50 cents more at Dollar General than at the Dollar General Market just 1.1 miles down the road? If the price had been right, I would’ve picked up a yellow basket and tossed one, two, maybe even four in. In a house that prizes homemade ranch and Caesar dressing like Hugh Hefner did young blondes, mayo has to stay in stock in our pantry.
After a little rabbit hole dive into buying Best Foods in bulk on Amazon, it’s looking like the best deal. At 17 cents per fluid ounce, how can I go wrong?
My day started off shaky with a Facebook Marketplace message from a seller telling me someone with cash was coming to see the golf cart we had already virtually shaken on. His “I hope you understand” was met with my, “I do not understand.” After an hour of back-and-forth messages, we re-agreed on our original deal, and now I’m bouncing around like a kid on Christmas morning, imagining zooming down the country road at 20 miles an hour with the wind whipping at me like a dog hanging out the window.
T-minus 32 minutes before my bachelorette time ends and I turn into a pumpkin. Dave and Evelyn’s early departure for an Atlanta Braves game gave me plenty of time to myself. Aside from the price-checking and golf cart negotiations, I moved five-gallon paint buckets and 12-foot bundles of trim from the back porch to the garage so I could sweep and hose down the sawdust from the house build. Soon, the porch will have a table and chairs, so I wanted to get it ready.
With a 5:30 a.m. alarm set for a morning walk, I better get to bed as soon as they get home. I’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully with a video of me riding in that new-to-me golf cart!
Love, Jaclynn
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