Saturday night Hubby and I went to the dispensary to get WG's meds. I was picturing a tiny hole-in-the-wall with a tie-dyed, man-bunned hipster sitting behind a desk, mixing up our scrip and saying "Good luck, man! Peace!" as we left.
Instead it was like a club!
Security out front, music, tables set up, clean bathrooms, incredibly friendly and helpful staff, and chic furniture.
The kind of place you want to hang out in for a while.
And they let you!
So we started her on it this morning. It's in spray form, and it doesn't taste very good, and it takes both of us to get it in her mouth, but hopefully it'll help.
Tomorrow morning I'm going into the city to get new headshots done. The last time I did that was in 2000. But since I can no longer pass for 31, it's time to get new photos, print out my resume, and start submitting myself for auditions. :)
Yikes!
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