And so, here's the story

For those who may have missed one of the great moments in my life. Last week I had a root canal. Wasn't a planned one... long story short... lost filling... fixed it... oh dangit this hurts... hemmoraging... someone kill me, where is Kevorkian?... oooh, that's better... pain killers are a necessary evil.

Today

Took one of my boys in to the dentist. All things good except one cavity. Great! Much cheaper than a root canal.
Then it was my turn. I had just enough time to run Logan home and return to dentist for my cleaning.
Oh wait... not a cleaning... more needles... more drills... more numbing

I have great respect for paralyzed people. I think I've bit my fat tongue 3 times in the last 30 minutes. I'm making my boys feel like its okay when they STILL slobber, because now their mom does.

I was just hoping not to get pulled over on the way home.
"No slocifler, I habent had a dwink. I'm cumbleetwy pine."

Here's to technology. Still better than pounding out a tooth with the blade of an ice-skate. (Maybe I should put a face on my volleyball and talk to it, then I will feel better. But I'm not naming it Wilson.)