I think which teeth it covers depends on which teeth you grind, Kristin, but they really aren't uncomfortable, especially after the first couple of days.
Ah, that makes sense. I have an overbite, so I probably grind them all. I know she was worried about my back molars, but I think I also have sore bottom front teeth, too. I believe you and am going to cross my fingers that I get used to it quickly. Looks like my insurance covers 80%, so I should only be out about $60 for my copay. Not too bad, all things considered. It's just been an incredibly expensive month,so every expense is starting to make me cringe. But...no more achy teeth! This is a good possibility.
I think the punch has crack in it.
I
told
you it was an incredibly expensive month.
Well obviously. I thought you wanted to know about the alcohol?
Oh, wait, there's alcohol? I couldn't possibly...
Jen, I edited and made you look craxy. Sorry!
Jen, I edited and made you look craxy. Sorry!
Har! 'Sokay. Editing in favor of the funny is always the way to go.
Alas, the thing that the Breakfast with Santa *really* needed, IMO, was ND's punch for the parents. Mal's reaction to the horror that is Santa Claus: [link]
Might be knd of silly looking. Drew
et al
can deal.
picturing a parade of folks through the bedroom while Kristin is trying to sleep with a thing in her mouth.
Kill. Me. Now.
Cramps of fracking doom. And my heating pad committed suicide at some point. Man, and I thought I would be happy to be done with PMS this month. Now I miss the carefree mood swings and the frisson of painfully swollen breasts. Those were the good days, man.
I sure hope I have a narcotic hidden around here somewhere. Maybe something for the nausea. These are the days I wish House were my doctor. He'd be an ass, sure, but he'd hand over the Vicodin without a fight.
Mal is wonderful. And your captions, Raq? Make me actually laugh every time.
Oh, and he crunches leaves!!! Which, okay, not as funny for us as the being frightened of grass, but at least he's deigned to step on some vegetation.
Ok, laga. See if I try to be delicate again. (I'm apparently not very good at it. Which is actually no surpise. To me, or, probably, anyone.)
Oh, Mal. Also - you are so right. They are lying to you! (Is this the right time to bring up my kid-Santa = dog-mailman theory? Probably not.)
