Not my ideal vacation...
I took this week off of work because I was getting stressed out with life in general (not so much with my job, but just with life). Since I have vacation time aplenty, I decided to use some. I spent Monday and Tuesday kind of just chilling out and getting extra sleep and reading a few books. Then I woke up on Wednesday.
First thing in the morning, I thought, "Oh, I have to poop." So I went to the bathroom and had a bout of the runs like I've never had before. So I went back to bed. Before my head even hit the pillow, I thought, "Uh oh. Back to the bathroom," and went back into the bathroom to puke my guts out for a while. The day pretty much continued in that pattern. All day.
So the there was Thursday. By then, my digestive system calmed down, and I woke up to my husband calling to tell me that my web site was down, thanks to the assholes at AIT web hosting who shut my site down, despite the fact that they have not been my web host for over a year. I live in Scotland now, so calling customer service isn't an option. I added my dad as an official contact on the site, and had him handle it, which he did just fine. (Cause I have the best dad in the whole world.)
Basically, if I had wanted a vacation filled with this much inconvenience, vomiting, and diarhhea, I would have gone to Mexico.
Today, I went out and had some fun, and ran some errands. I got my cafepress check deposited (which is a pain because it is in US dollars). I got my contacts ordered. I stopped at Lupe Pinto's, the store that sells American foods, and I got some canned pumpkin. Then we went to Argos and got ourselves new £29.99 MP3 players. Nothing like shopping to make it all better.
We're considering some new guinea pigs, but haven't made any solid decisions. I want some more boy piggies, and I want to name one of them Steve.
Alana
