Another day, another gigantor check written to the dentist. It's like adding insult to injury - You walk in there of your own free will, they do terrible things to you involving drills and cement and itsy-bitsy rebar and strangers' HANDS in your MOUTH, and then you write them a huge check on the way out the door. I think THEY should be paying ME.
I think the worst job ever would have to be notating the sheet music for Rush songs. Those dudes change times/keys every other beat.
I was watching Miranda Lambert on an old Austin City Limits a while back and she was rocking out in four-inch stilettos. All I could think was "ouch". That's gotta hurt.
In the two-and-a-half years since I bought my place, only one other home in the approximately sixty-house neighborhood has gone on sale. I'm beginning to wonder if I unwittingly bought into a Twilight Zone episode. ("Oh, you'll love it here ... we've been here FOREVER ...")
Evidently this is going to be the year without a winter. It's supposed to drop into the twenties this weekend, and then right back up to the forties next week. I'm so damn glad I could cry.
What's up with YOU? I could use a little distraction from my aching jaw right about now.