Teeth.
Tomorrow I go to the oral surgeon for the eagerly-anticipated extraction of my four impacted wisdom teeth. I am not going to be put under, rather, I will be the recipient of the pioneering technique known as "concious sedation." According to the doctor, I will be able to answer questions, feel no pain, and not remember the surgery afterwards. I said, "Sounds like the dental date rape drug, eh?" and he was most assuredly not amused. At this rate, I'm bound to wake up with his initials carved in my belly.
Since my plans for the next few days involve taking enough painkillers to kill a horse and listening to Led Zeppelin and Depeche Mode until my ears bleed, I figured I should update now while I still have one or two functioning brain cells. Much has happened since my last update.
The most important thing is that I went to THE FAIR. The carnival, if you will. I love that place. Here's a quick rundown of things I did there:
Got an airbrushed shirt with my name on it.
Not content with just an airbrushed shirt, had a pair of thong underwear airbrushed with the word "rawdog" on them. The children gathered around the artisan as he sprayed my panties saying, "Mommy, what does 'rawdog' mean?" really vaulted this situation to the level of COMEDY GOLD.
Had my picture taken with Mary and DUBYA.
Had Mary grope me on a number of rides, including both the Zipper and the Widowmaker just for the sake of letting me say on my webpage, "I got felt up at the carnival." (She's a good friend, isn't she??)
Hmm...here's a cuter pic of us. Do you know that I have known Mary for more than 10 years?
Ate cotton candy and funnel cake until I nearly vomited.
Okay I've run out of time for this post, I have to go jet to the city that my tooth thing is happening in. No time for spell check. I'm getting delerious. I'm hoping to return to many nice emails and flattering comments. Please don't disapoint me, I'm going to be in pain.
