Thursday, September 18, 2014

Some Whine To Go With That Cheese

So...I may have written prematurely about the loveliness of dental surgery.  Yes, my days have consisted of napping and pudding.  Yes, I've had zero responsibilities.  Yes, the only things I've had to say for myself are, "Bring me soup," "Go ask your dad," and, "If the cheese is added to the mashed potatoes at the very last minute, then it melts to the perfect gooiness." 

But my face is such a peculiar shape and colour that my children have actually lined up to look at it, "Can I poke it?"  I should be charging admission.  And I'm sore.  Really sore.  And I wanna chew something.  And I miss my teeth.

4 comments:

  1. hope you're doing the salt water thing and feeling better!

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  2. a little whine gets you a lot of sympathy

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