Circus Tents, The Count and Walgreens

Have mercy. I feel like I've been trampled by a herd of angry bovine, hell bent on world domination.

After work yesterday, I ran home, grabbed my pill bottles and took off to the Walgreens in Scary Hillbilly Town. One generic Rx from our company insurance costs $50 for a 90 day supply (after you pay the $100-single $200-family deductible.) For $46 at Walgreens, I filled TWO Rx (90 day supply) and paid the yearly $20 "Prescription Club" fee (the family plan is $35.)

Needless to say, I'm tickled plumb pink.

Walgreens had nothing to do with my posting about their prescription plan. This is not a "paid" post. I'm just sharing the knowledge. We gotta look out for each other during these rough times.

After Walgreens, I stopped at the only grocery store chain in Scary Hillbilly Town, sat in the parking lot looking for my stupid "club card," didn't find it, gave up and went to Wal-Mart. So there ya go Food City, those aggravating grocery cards do cost you sales.

At Wal-Mart I grabbed the absolute necessities and a pizza to cook for dinner. Oh yeah and a box of Count Chocula. That chit can't be found in North Carolina. It's like contraband. I hope I don't get arrested for carrying it across state lines.

Mmmmmm... chocolaty breakfast crack.

It was 8:30 when I got home, I missed "My Name is Earl." At least I don't have to worry about Ma running out of Cokes this weekend, we are fully stocked. Now I can focus on getting the housework caught up this weekend.

Yay.

On the way to work this morning, I spotted a structure resembling a circus tent down at the campground. I haven't heard of any biker rallies anytime soon, but that's usually the only big happenings they host.

I shall investigate and post a full report.

For now, I'd better get it in gear and get this Friday in the can.

Ya'll have a butt kickin' day. We'll talk again real soon.

Later Taters.