|I did a google image search for “angry tooth”
and this came up. Whaaat? She’s
gorgeous and all but makes me wonder
where this angry tooth comes in to play
Yeah, so my big broken #18 molar comes out tomorrow morning. I’m surprisingly less aprehensive about this than I normally would be when it comes to dental work. I’m sure it’s because of the fact that I will be under general anesthesia. There was no way in hell I was going to even consider having this done without it. Being awake while someone is hammering and whittling my tooth out of my jaw??? Fuck. a bunch. of that. You do whatever you gotta do in there Mr. Dental Man, but I sure don’t want to be one bit aware of it while it’s going on. If I had my way (meaning if certain people would have quit pestering me about taking care of this tooth) I would have just left the damn thing alone until it crumbled out of my head. I’m sure I’ll be thanking someone later……
Our Thursday night hangout. It’s closing, I’m told. Boo. See, I’m not a big “bar person” anymore. Haven’t been for years. I prefer enjoying my adult beverages at home and chillin’ out with my oobie and the remote. Besides, it’s cheaper and safer that way. But, once a week, on Thursdays Bruce and I meet at this cool little hole in the wall-ish bar downtown and have a drink or two with some friends. It’s a social thing. A treat. It was the first bar that we went to when we came out here on vacation back in March. The friends that we have now that we live here; we met them at that bar. That bar has been a great place for two Seattle newbies to meet new people and find out fun and interesting things about our new city. So, you can see why we would be so bummed about it closing, right? Sometimes I hate change.