Dentist was fine. He was actually able to preserve 3/4 of the teeth, so he sort of popped out the part that had the crack (which is the stuff MY NIGHTMARES ARE MADE OF, literally, I have tooth nightmares more than any other kind) and I'll have a porecelin "fill-in" in the back there.
Doscovery of the day. Listening to music on the iPod real loud while the drills and stuff are going REALLY helps! Also, gives a sense of the time. It only took like one song for each step of the process. So it didn't feel so endless.
I am taking a half mental health day this afternoon. I kind of wish I didn't have class, but I do and there you go. Enjoying having the house to myself.
This dress [link] seems more costumey, but I kind of like the idea that she could actually wear the outfit after Halloween. What do y'all think
Plus the color is "cranberry" so I'm guessing it's less pink than it appears.
I think I got the habit of using(most of) my real name because Table Talk was my first posting board and Mary Beth had a Thing.
But my family calls me Chica anyway, and I have no shame.
Sometimes I think about pseuds I might use, but, eh.
Especially because my pseud on match was that of sexual victim Angela Frandina. Which I found hilarious, but sweet Italian guys were always telling me I should be more careful and not put my name online that way. At least until they were like "You don't like that, do you?"
Hello Kitty compound
Dude. I so need to get my ass to Tokyo...
Whenever I hear the word "compound" I think of scary militia types. Whenever I heard "Hello Kitty" I think of weird scary mouthless anime thingies.
To me, the Hello Kitty compound would probably be a hell on earth.
In the grim future of Hello Kitty, there is only war.
But it's an awfully cute war. With less yelling and screaming.
Damn you, Tom Scola, I'm playing 40K tonight and now it's stuck in my head!
So, I picked up Ben at his school, and we went to the elementary school, to get the other kids.
It was a nice day, so we decided to stay on the playground for a while. At one point, I walked by a couple of the mothers of kids in Chris's class, but they were in deep conversation and I don't know them yet, so I did the little nod thing, because this is New England. As I did it, I realized one of the moms was looking at a notice and saying, "Oh! I HATE this!"
Now Chris has the teacher Julia had last year, and she's a teacher who keeps the parents hopping, so I'm smirking on the inside as I head past. I get in the shade, and decide to see if I got a hateful notice, or if that mother is just cricket mother (as in, is it her turn to buy the live crickets the kids feed to the class lizard, or what).
Oh, I got a hateful notice, all right.
There's been head lice at the school.
What did Buffy say? Something like: what about home schooling? You know, it's not just for scary religious people anymore.
(And if it is, well I can get there in a Sabbath's walk.)
