I can't beleive it. A fricken dress! They sent me a nightgown! I'm not a 1950's housewife.
I'm done with this company. I'm tired of all this going on. I'm tired of the pills, luckily the new ones are smaller, but now I have two different ones: ones small and blue. The other ones oval and pink.
They did send me some actually good new clothes though, some good quality jeans and a few sweaters and a coat.
Cas got some new clothes too. And that tinge of pained looks on his face suddenly went away. I think maybe they just messed up his sizes when he got here?
We got fish too! Some salmon and tilapia since there aren't any growing in our lake likely. It's small but I might go fishing soon.
