Curdled Vulture Spit Adventures: War

If you are wondering about the title for this post, it pretty much has NOTHING to do with the actual story, other than the fact that it is the nickname we gave to the pharmacy where all this took place. (if you can figure out which one it is, leave a comment!) Now, to introduce this post. I have a friend that has been mentioned in an earlier post named Savior. Savior was (and is) an excellent friend. Even though I could convince her to do my laundry, I never could convince her to make grocery trips by herself so I ended up having to go with her to Curdled Vulture Spit in an attempt to shop. While It seemed like an unfortunate and taxing thing to do, we ended up creating a wonderful tradition and exciting adventure that continued every trip to the CVS. (I am simply abbreviating our nickname, not pointing you toward the identity of the real pharmacy)