Much to my unembarrassed delight, it seems as if I’m becoming known around the streets of Nashville for my crazy cat lady status.
Last week, I was in the pharmacy (you know, where actual people get their medicine) picking up a prescription for my recently acquired sick ass stray kitty, New Cat.
Wanting to put a paper bag over my head when I heard “New Cat, New Cat, your prescription is ready,” over the loud-speaker in Walgreens, I assured myself that this couldn’t have been a blip in the pharmacist’s radar of unusual medicinal refills.
I went to pick up my own personal prescription this weekend and, well, I got a handwritten note from the pharmacist accompanying my refill.
The lady at the register commented that the pharmacist must remember me from a previous visit. Oh, no shit Sherlock?
My Iowa twins thought the story was simply hilarious.
Ma came in to soothe nerves and further extend the celebration of my birthday
Of course I didn’t mind being a tad spoiled…
Due to all of the glitter on the gifts, I was able to shine bright like a diamond the rest of the day with the copious amount of pink sparkle on my jeans.
Taking my upgraded fancy pants out and about, we invested in a few birthday cocktails.
Perusing through my gifts the next morning, I got a little tangled in my new Beats by Dre headphones.
Possibly the best birthday gift of all this year? A long-lost scrunchie (yes I said scrunchie) that I wear to bed nightly reappeared with my mom after her last trip to Iowa (I was for sure my dogphew ate it).
All of the tangled excitement and scrunchie fever had me exhausted before noon.
Here’s hoping you have a week filled with non-crazy cat ladies and lots of springtime fun.