Moving right along.



I have words. Wonderful lovely words.

Well, maybe dead coyotes aren't lovely. Or rotting dismembered bodies, but, hey, you get the idea.

Words words, words, words, words!!

For the moment, at least.

Tomorrow afternoon I'm taking the kid to The Orthodontist. She will be promptly examined and measured for braces, dramatic calculations will ensue, and our savings account will be emptied. She's not flustered at all, as far as I can tell. I, however, am fighting the urge to just say no. They are gonna inflict pain on my baby. Sure, she's fifteen and as tall as me, but, hey, she's still my baby. And I'm asking them to bring her physical pain in the name of straight teeth.

Dammit.

She has too many teeth for her mouth, and she rarely smiles because of it. Must be done. Must.

Will they be willing to give me happy gas so I don't go medieval in the waiting room?

Posted: Mon - June 27, 2005 at 05:04 PM         |

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