Who Says the Internet Doesn't Make Life Easier?

Sarcasm Girl went to Chicago yesterday. (Don't you admire the ease with which I drop that? Two years ago this trip would have been fraught with angst for her, for us...yesterday she packed, I dropped her off at the airport with her boarding pass in her hand and she breezed through security and flew all by herself and...wow. Her growth, let me extoll it to you.) Unfortunately, she forgot her pill case, which she had carefully filled. So now she's in Chicago with a bad you-didn't-hydrate-on-the-plane-and-your-sinuses-are-in-revolt sore throat, feeling faint and wan; she couldn't go to the acting class she was there to participate in, and it's all complicated by the fact that her antidepressants are here and she's there.

Enter Walgreens. When we realized this morning that she'd left her meds here, we called for her friend's address; cross-checked that with Walgreens (a local branch of which is our pharmacy) and found one two blocks from her current location. Called them; gave them the scrip number; they immediately pulled up her records, and hey presto! her scrip will be waiting for her in an hour. $10 copay and Bob's your uncle.

Meanwhile, I keep thinking of getting her a bracelet with my favorite line from Disney's Little Mermaid on it: "You really delight in these sadistic strains on my blood pressure, don't you?"

All in a day's work.

Closet-gate

My friend Steve Gould mentions at Eat Our Brains that John Edwards's $250 haircut of several years ago ain't a patch on Sarah Palin's $150,000 wardrobe, courtesy of the RNC. I do understand the importance of proper costuming and dressing for success for Caribou Barbie, but I think this is excessive. I mean, had the woman nothing in her closet that she could wear for speeches, appearances, etc.?

This begs the question: what does Sarah Palin have in her closet? Moose hunting apparel? Kiss-the-Cook t-shirts? This isn't a contest, because I have no prize to offer (other than my awe and admiration) but whoever comes up with the best wardrobe item will know that, in these troubling times, he or she has lightened the day of fellow voters. Go to it!

Dull Moment, Never A, Much

Sarcasm Girl left for Chicago yesterday for a whirlwind tour of a college there. She's staying with one of her dearest friends, and all would be well...except the kid is sick. Sick enough so that when she called this evening, nauseated, shaking, exhausted and anxious, I called the pediatricians and they counseled that she should go to the ER. So SG's friend's roomie is taking her to the ER (friend is in class, and will meet them there).

I suspect that it's viral, that they'll look her over and say "Hey, kid, go home and sleep it off. Take an aspirin. That'll be 8 billion dollars, please." But just in case, because she's 2000 miles from home, let's let the pros take a look at her.

Here, I'm sewing Avocado's Alice dress and waiting for a pizza to arrive, because somehow cooking was too much tonight.

ETA: the doctor's chief concern was that the kid was dehydrated (hadn't been drinking cause her throat hurt). The threat of IV fluids for my needle-phobic child was enough to get her to take a motrin and promise to drink until it hurts. She does not appear to be otherwise in danger of her life. And I'm really glad about that.