Four fillings in one morning is a doozy. Nine in less than a week… my jaw needs a vacation. On a side note, it’s kind of awkward watching “Friends” while getting 4 fillings done. Stifling laughter while you can’t feel half your face is not so easy.
Sighing as if the entire weight of the world rests solely on your shoulders is simply not a way to announce your presence.
8:30 PM is the new 11:30 PM. Seriously I’m ready for bed at 7:30 most days…
For the life of me I will never understand Sami. The water softener regenerating is the end of her world, yet she kills scorpions in the middle of the night.
What is in the air at Costco? I go in and all of a sudden I need 36 individual serving size cups of peanut butter…of which 32 are still in our pantry 3 weeks later.
Who calls a plumber after hours because they drop a tooth down the drain?
So I impulsively ordered an iPad this morning. I’m excited. And I still can’t believe I did it.
On i notes… I’m upgrading to the 5 on Sunday. Mostly for the camera. Because once upon a time I threw my phone in the pocket in my purse with no cover on it, and unbeknownst to me a nail file was in the same pocket…my phone lens nail file got very friendly. The result… my photos look like they have been vaselined.
Parent-teacher conferences were this. One thing I learned… Beau’s best friend is Luke. No lie.
Here’s a thought…let’s rename the local news the local “human interest hour.” Pretty sure reporting on the top 5 car colors for new models isn’t really news. (As I remind myself why I don’t watch it in the first place.)
Speaking of Halloween, we’re having commitment issues in our house. First it was Harry Potter, then Luke Skywalker, this morning it was some sort of snake lizard, and now it’s a ghost. I vote for a cute mummy but I’m being vetoed right and left.
I’m loving the weather right now. Not only for the obvious reason that it’s not a million degrees outside (although the forecast still shows 90s all week so I might be speaking too soon) but because the parks are filling up with kids again. Seeing 30+ kids playing at the park at the end of our street as always puts a smile on my face.
Apparently upon reaching the age of 34 pizza and wing nights turn into heartburn hangovers.