Confused yet? Hang on. It gets better.
Even though I had called Other Cub and talked to the "Head Pharmacist", they were unable to give me a shot because their pharmacist had shipped off to Mexico and their temp person was somehow unable to give me a shot. Not sure what was up with that, but by that point, I was a little peeved.
Finally, I decided to throw one last effort out there. The Far-Away Target. Within about fifteen minutes of arriving there, I was punctured up and bandaged heftily. Praise God!
I have to tell you something. You'll probably laugh... I went shopping this morning and bought some boots that are similar to Seabird's bassist's boots. Yes, I love shoes. Truly, deeply and unfortunately. They ended up being too big, but I sold them to Stephen (sound familiar?) and I enjoy seeing him wear them almost as much as wearing them myself.
I will leave you with a picture of our Christmas lights which Stephen spent the evening putting up.
Farewell, friends! Stay warm.
Listening to Ian Walsh - Are They Ever Gonna Know