Boring and the tooth

This past weekend was really a snoozer. On Saturday we went to the "Grand & Glorious" garage sale they have on Main Street every year. It was neither. Sam found some classic green toy soldiers. We picked up a baggie of them for $2. He enjoyed watching the band play, and we had Subway for lunch. On Sunday we sort of just laid around and did nothing. It's always a little disturbing to me when my weekend is so boring I kind of look forward to work...but that's a topic for another time. One highlight, however, was a hilarious game of hide-and-seek. Sam understands the goal now, but he's too chicken to hide or seek by himself, so we take turns teaming up with him. He gets so excited, he squeals, giggles, and his heart races while we're hiding, and he also won't stop whispering, which totally gives us away...but it's so funny. Really, truly, funny.

Sunday night I discovered that one of my fillings is breaking apart, and it's kinda tender, and it looks like a cavity may have formed in and around the crack. I called the dentist's office this morning, fully expecting that they'd fit me in. Instead, I got Ms. Crabby VonCrankybitch on what sounded like a very bad day for her. She insisted that I'd need to wait a month. I actually had to say, "Um, do I need to find a new dentist? This is kind of urgent, I can't wait a month!" This yielded a reluctant offer to fit me in for a cleaning slot tomorrow, where the dentist would exam me at the end anyway. I took it, since I'm overdue for a cleaning, but I plan to whine to the dentist and ask him to fix it. Even if I have to wait around a bit. Even if I have bat my eyelashes at him and make a pitiful face. Even if I have to show him a boobie.

He's a really nice dentist, actually, and we like him, which is the only reason I haven't tried to find a new one yet, because let me tell ya, Ms. VonCrankybitch and her grumpy office staff have never been courteous to us. Ever.

Don't think I'm just being a waaa - the tooth in question is almost entirely made of resin filling because it was really bad before. A crack in this thing means essentially that my entire 'tooth' is deteriorating and needs some patching up. Stat. I don't want to wait until it becomes unbearably painful, or worse, I crunch on a chunk of it with a mouthful of Cheerios. Great, I'm sure I'm gonna have an awesome dream about teeth tonight. Shudder.

I asked him to pose for this one (above), after he found the soldiers, and he pulled this odd 'looking into the distance' winged pose. He totally poses for pictures now, and gets what they're all about, but judging by his recent 'deep' strikes, I may have a budding artsy kid on my hands...or Ringo Star:

Shout out

I'm still here, dear loyal fans.

Busy, tired, but happy.

The dust will settle soon, and I'll be able to round up some of my scattered wit for you...

Thanks for tuning in.

In the meantime, here's something fun to mark the start of the academic year.

Later, freaks.