Yesterday, while planning a surprise party for Q, I ended up blowing balloons in my car (it’s a long story). They were heart-shaped, meaning it was twice as difficult to inflate. My cheeks felt like they were going to burst. So did the second balloon. One piece hit my forehead, the other, under my lower lip. It felt like a very, very hard slap.
This morning, I woke up with a painful, prickly swelling under my lip. I put some anti-allergy cream on it. It’s evening, and the red patch is still there. I’m trying awfully hard not to touch my face. I pray it’ll go away soon.
I spent most of this evening shredding paper. Namely, a tinful of receipts on everything I’ve ever bought, since 2000. Considering it’s been three years, I am glad my receipts only filled up a cookie tin. I decided to run them through the paper shredder, because our credit card numbers, names, and expiry dates are on each credit card receipt. Meaning, anyone who rummages through your dustbin will be able to buy things over the Internet. Scary thought, isn’t it? No point having 128-bit encryption in your browser, if all that’s needed is a small slip of paper.
Moreover, some shops also print out your full credit card number on their own receipt. From those shops, only Borders and Tower Records listed my number on their receipts as XXXX XXXX XXXX 1234, which I think is a much more secure practice. Just felt like telling everyone to be a little more careful.
We will be VERY, VERY busy over this weekend and the rest of the week. So I’d like to keep my social obligations down to a minimum. Please understand I cannot promise to help with anything until our work is done. Hopefully, by next week everything will be cleared out and I will have cause to celebrate with my fellow Alpha Greens.