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Adrenalinized

After the flurry of the weekend, I didn't even mention two other notable events that occurred:
1) We discovered on Friday afternoon that Bobcat is overdue for her rabies shot. The significance of this is the rabies occurrence of last week. (See Rabid Family).
2) I rechipped m front tooth that had a run-in with the trunk of my van about six months ago.

So, as of this morning, I would not be whining to my mother about being bored if she were here. It will be off to wrestle a very indignant cat into a carrier for a trip to a vet. Unfortunately, she does not love this experience as much as Max, who practically pees with excitement at the prospect of visiting her doctor. Second, I will be dashing to the grocery store to refill Mother Hubbard's cupboard. After the business of the weekend, we made no pit stops for emergency supplies and we are what my jewelry store friend, Jill, calls "food poor". Then, I'll be calling the dentist to squeeze me in for a fix. I am a bit anxious about this prospect because I anticipate rather than him patching the chip like he did last time, he will opt for a more permanent repair such as filing the chip and smoothing the edges of the other teeth to match. I envision rather than having appropriately sized front teeth, that I will end up with little shoepeg corn-kernal shaped appendages hiding behind my top lip.

So, the next time you see me, DO NOT mention how good my teeth look--I'll think it is so obvious that they look different that you had to say something to cover your surprise. DO NOT forget to mention how good my teeth look--I'll think that you are pretending not to notice how short & tiny my filed, smooth-edged teeth look. Quite the dilemma, huh?

Comments

Rochelle said…
Just reading your weekend events is wearing me out. I'm glad you survived intact. (minus one small edge of your tooth!)
2/06/2006 2:29 PM
Anonymous said…
Ugh! I can't believe there's more! Gees, little lady you, I think it's time for a break!
- Debbie S
2/06/2006 6:43 PM
Anonymous said…
Okay, so if I see you at the PTA meeting tonight, what do I say??? You just had way too much excitement at your house this past weekend!
I am sure your tooth will be fine, dentists can do wonders!!!!
~Sue
2/07/2006 8:45 AM
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