Ultratart: It's Got Bite

You Have GOT to Be Kidding Me

Dear Blue Shield,

If your contract with my medical providers expired May 1st, then why are medical procedures performed in April being charged at "non-preferred providers" rates? If your contract with my medical providers (a teeeny tiny little medical group you may have heard of, which rhymes with Moo-C-L-A) expired May 1st, why was your letter to me informing me of this dated May 3rd? If you had me on hold for twenty minutes, why did you somehow bypass my talking to a person and send me straight to your Customer Satisfaction Survey. I GAVE YOU ALL 1s.  And then, when I called back, why did you just tell me, "we're too busy to talk to you at this time." Could it be because like  A KAJILLION PEOPLE IN LOS ANGELES ARE CALLING YOU RIGHT NOW?

NO LOVE,

J

Do I LOOK Like I'm In a F$%$^ing Coma?

I saw I Know Who Killed Me this weekend. DON'T. But do. But, really, DON'T. But do.

Sunshine

I feel like I haven't much to write about here lately, which I know is cyclical and I also know that by saying this I will end up updating 24 times this week. But it's been lovely the last few weeks: social and sunny. Egypt was amazing. I keep telling people that. I can't really believe I was there. Everyone was so friendly and welcoming and now I can't stop eating hummus, also. Heather and Kevin and I were saying that we'll go back when we're retired. Or next year. Either or. I also admit to being thrilled in preparation for the day that my as-yet--to-be-conceived children stumble across pictures of me on a camel and realize I wasn't always so boring. I also want to go on another vacation IMMEDIATELY. To Turkey! Or Morocco! Or Italy! Or Greece! Or Macchu Picu! Or....you know, Hawaii. Sigh.

How can it be May already? I hope spring has sprung wherever you may be.