I just got a random wrong-number text:

"So you can't Dj but your sitting at the bar watching the game .. Get your priorities straight btch !! Stay the fuck out of life's , PATETHIC ! bye"

Today I am a DJ. A lazy DJ.

Well that and that the adopted T-Rex will eventually try to eat his adopted family of herbivores.

hahahahahah! Well, yes.

So, K might lose who job this week or next because her school is overstaffed and its up to the principal discretion on who to let go, not seniority. Which sounds wrong to me. She has the most seniority in her department, fwiw.

I've had dental work every week since August and next monday is my last appointment. For six months. But yay!

My jambalya is shit. It tastes great, but I stupidly mixed two types of rice and one didn't cook. It'll blend nicely for Grace.

Noah is either a tyrannical little beast who continually pees on himself or he's going through a sheer asshole phase.

Grace continues to be lovely.

Oh. I just blew the fuse that the AC is running on.

Benn's gonna use my armadillo overheard in a strip! AWESOME.

I too am sick of dental work. Now, it hasn't been every damned week, but it still has been a lot of recovery and pain and then this stupid one breaking yesterday. I just want to get to the new year with one cleaning and then do the crowns.

Really hope K's job stays put.

Little kids tend to have a lot of sheer asshole phases.

Dental work blows no matter what. And I really like my dentist and his staff (he's my friend's husband and he's both precise with explanation with what he is doing and very kind and on time).

Yikes, you guys.

sara's is probably genuinely sucky, where mine is the result of my own laziness and phobia about dentistry. By going to a friend coworker's husband who I know socially, I can't be as avoidant as I would like.

Our last nurse had horrible dental issues to the point that she had such a bad raging infection that if it had lasted for another week, she'd probably be dead. She had a ton of very painful work done. She was a good warning for what not to do.

Yeah, I ought to write my dentist a mash note. I love the whole office. They've completely got me over my mild dental phobia, listen to me, indulge me, work with me and my priorities, fight my insurance for me and basically make it as easy as it could possibly be. Plus, I think I'd like my dentist socially, frankly. Her humor is mine and her wry observations are ones I'm thinking. Though I still don't get why anyone would want to be a dentist. Especially today as I was trying desperately not to smell grinding teeth and crown-base.

Now I just need to find their equivalent of a GP. My goal was to do that this year. I'm failing.

Dental care is really a big deal. There was a Fronline recently that was shocking, but then I just met someone who works in oral health for the city, and she was not at all shocked.

I have to decide what to do about moving my doctor and dentist, given my move and also insurance changes.

Kat, mine is catch up from over a decade of avoidance as my teeth went from bombproof my first 2 decades to utter shit in the period of about 2 years. I suspect a hormone or other chemistry change.

But the last 5ish years, I've been On A Plan. I nerved up and they made a plan. There was a horrific amount of repair work to deterioration, several crowns. And then the warning that the non-crown work on the 4 (2 now crowned, 2 to go) would eventually need crowns, but this would hold for a while, which was just as well given I probably had to drop close to $8+K over a couple years for the initial work.

They did point out that I probably would have ended up with the same set of hardware had I been all preventative and shit. It wasn't cavities so much as just the damned teeth cracking and failing, with no signs of grinding or clenching. They marvel that my canines forward are just fine. And how unreliable those to the rear are.