I didn't know that until Friday, when I went to the bank and had to special order the money. With the exchange rate being shit due to Brexit, and then the bank taking a cut, plus a $22 shipping fee...yeah. I wasn't terribly pleased. Was even less pleased about the shipping fee since the money has to come from the Federal bank in Boston, I believe. Perhaps a little later, after work, I'll update with pictures and thoughts about the money, since I've already had a couple issues!
While I'm in a salty mood, Dad's been a bit of a bastard lately. Apparently the fact that Sam lives 3k miles away is no excuse for him not to buy me flowers regularly. Nevermind the prohibitive shipping costs, the fact that flowers don't last terribly long on voyages across the Atlantic and the fact that he still lives 3k fricken miles away is no excuse. I mean...fine. Fair enough that Dad wants the best for "his little girl" but narcissistic bullshit like that is part of the reason why I don't really take him seriously anymore. He's been trying to do that shit for years: sowing the little seeds of doubt and hatred into my mind and trying to poison my relationship with Sam. I think he thinks that he's being helpful, and that maybe I'll listen to him and go for Mike, the 400+ lb guy at Walmart with the neckbeard....
Anyway, in between getting poked and prodded and jabbed with needles at the doctor and the dentist, I'm just about ready for my trip! Still can't wait. Excitement levels are going through the roof!
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