But aside from that, she's still completely normal
See those pictures up there? Those are Poe’s Rubber Ducky pants. They’re jammies. I got them for him for Christmas a couple of years ago. He luuuurrrrrrvvvveeeesssss them. He will indeed go errands in them He recently ran to the gas station for something. A very large (Poe is only 5’6″) black man came up to him as he was going to go into the store… Then did that weird shake/snap/knuckle hit that men do, and said, “Dude? That takes Balls. Good shit.”
Well – Poe gets his first root canal today for the sore tooth. Then all the rest of the work done on the 10th. In order for my mom to loan us the thousands of dollars (please note the plural) we had to agree to quit smoking.
Yeah.
This is gonna get interesting.
My husband has an unholy fear of dentists.
Beyond most people’s fears. Because novocaine doesn’t work on him. So he hasn’t been in years. He’s had root canals. But he doesn’t go back for the second appointment, that, you know, makes it permanent.
So.
He found a dental place under his insurance (Ha! Dental insurance! I crack myself up) that practices sedation dentistry. This IS what Poe needs. And he’s all for that. Knock him out and do what you need to do. He has a bad toothache, and goes in to see what can be done about it. He’s currently in a meeting with a credit counselor.
A credit counselor for the dentist you say?
Why yes. The verdict when they looked inside his mouth (believe it or not, he’s a very nice smile)…..
9 root canals and 3 extractions!!
WHO LET’S THIS HAPPEN TO THEM???
MY HUSBAND!!
So he calls me with the deposit/total/payment information for his whole mouth. With the insurance (Ha! Again with the humor!) the total would be more than the surgery I had inside my delicate lady parts with full anesthesia, in a world renowned hospital, with a world renowned cancer surgeon.
I told him I don’t think so!! Find out about financing the damn tooth that actually hurts! We’ll see about the rest later!
I’m awaiting that announcement.
Dentists MUST be the secret millionaires.
I am finally, FINALLY, starting to feel as though I’m returning to the land of the living. Thank God. Seriously.
You probably didn’t notice, but we didn’t do What Would We Do Wednesdays ~ now to be known as WWWDW. The reasons?
So, it’ll have to wait until next week.
BTW – Single Mothers?? SOOOOOOO get my respect. I had no parents here to help, husband on a work trip, me sick as a dog, and two kids to take care of. By myself. With a fever. Not to mention Poe forgot to put the trash on the street before he left. Leaving me to do it. I don’t do trash. Kitty litter and trash = Poe’s job. As well as bug killing, but that’s just, you know, of course. Anyway – I don’t know how you moms do it. I really don’t. I mean, I survived, but I thought my head was going to spin and have a pea soup moment. I’m not worthy, I bow to you all.
Well. I got up and realized my husband slept on the couch. Did we have a fight? No. I asked him… it was because, “What you were doing last night can’t even be classified as snoring.”
This is what happens when I have a cold.
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