I think it's more like a freaky single white female scenario. Soon he'll be cutting his hair like me.

...You cut his hair? (Go on, say "when he least expects it." You know you want to.)

At urgent care. Now bob bob might have a broken wrist. Killin' it!

Did you take him out?

Oh no, bob bob! This is NOT the fashion trend to jump to!

Good news is: likely not broken. Bad news: I think bob bob might be a baby. Better news: he's going out of town for four days, so it's Not My Problem!

No! No more broken bones, people! I worry!

I need a new dentist. I'd love recs from LA area folks if you're willing to share. Email?

Oh dear bon bon, but I'm glad it's not broken!

And Pix, I have a friend who's a dentist. Haven't seen her in that function yet but I hear she's great, and as a person she's delightful.

I've tried to frame a comment on this, but failed. xkcd is once again relevant to our interests: [link]

I am listening to a "fun" history audiobook and they keep talking about how various things decimated a population when they either took out far fewer or far more than one in ten. I really want to stop listening but when a book described as hilarious but petty turned out to be Dante's Inferno, well, I can't cut it loose yet.

Seconding (whatever number we're up to) the no more broken bones sentiment.

Jobma to K.

My excellent dentist has apparently had an attitude adjustment. He does really good work, and has expected his patients to go for the platinum service. Meeting me and my financial limitations, plus the lack of vanity and insistence on function over appearance--well, we were not a good match, and I was convinced I'd need to find a less-perfection driven dentist.

He must have read an article or two about the present economy, or my pleasant but repeated insistence on the most practical and cost-effective treatment must have finally percolated through. Because he actually gave me factual information and options, and didn't throw attitude when I chose to have a molar and wisdom tooth pulled, with no plans for an implant or bridge. He agreed to a local rather than sedation, and did an excellent job of getting the teeth out and discussing aftercare.

An afternoon and evening's misery that the Vicodin either didn't cut, or if it did, without it would have been so much worse as the anesthetic wore off, and I'm left with minimal soreness at the injection and extraction sites, and no other lasting trauma. It's nice to finally be on the same page.

Skipping (probably for the last time during the Jewish year, though sadly probably far from the last time during the general year) because I'll probably have very little computer time in the next few days, what with shabbat followed by Rosh Hashana, and according to the Buffista Calendar, these days will be full of events:

Tomorrow, Saturday the 15th, will be Nora Deirdre's birthday.

Two days later, Monday the 17th, will be a double Buffista event: both Lee's birthday as well as the 10th anniversary to the foundation of this very lovely Phoenix Board (*ten* years! Ten *years*! Can you believe this?).

The following day, Tuesday the 18th, will be erikaj's birthday.

The following day, Wednesday the 19th, will be lori's birthday as well as PMM and her DH's anniversary.

I hope that by Thursday, the 20th, I'll have internet access again, but just in case, I'll post already that it'll be Sue's birthday.

Lots of early wishes to all!

And of course, to those who observe it, have a good new Jewish year and a lovely Rosh Hashana!