Kyle has learned to crawl. Actual crawl, not the frog hop, drop and drag worm thing he’d been doing for a month now. His arms and legs are still a little unsure of what’s going on and it’s slow, but it’s a crawl. He can’t even sit up yet without flopping over. That isn’t important to him, sit! Bah on that! I must move!
Jason may have it in him to run a new game. Right now he’s not sure and he’s not decided if it’s VtM or a Spycraft game, but it’s a game. Dear Gawd it’s a game. Paul’s on board, B’s on borad and Greg probably will be. A real game after all these long, dry years. Time with friends! Rolling dice! (Dear Gawd I have to find mine). A game, a game, a game!
Of course the mom in me went “Those dice have a tendency to get lost and are the size of a baby windpipe. We need to make sure they are all picked up all the time.”
The sheer number of people who do not understand their insurance and how a doctor’s bill works astounds me. The number of people who ignore letters from their insurance company telling them they won’t pay a claim until they do X is staggering. The sheer balls on those same people to call me up and rip me a new one when we have the audacity to actually bill them for their treatment is mind boggling.
You go to a doctor. As a courtesy they bill your insurance company on your behalf. They don’t have too. They can tell you you get to deal with the headaches of getting them to cough up a check. If they don’t pay, you have too. It is your bill. Every day I work as hard as I can to get your bill paid, but sometimes you actually do have to pay.